#don't mind me trying to play catch up after falling severely behind on requests | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wito-chan-bla-bla · 2 years

Note

hey i've been thinking this story alot in my head so kalego met an angel!reader and the all the teachers are shock that kalego is falling in love.

If I misunderstood your request, then I'm sorry! And now let's start... perhaps.

A huge portal opened, throwing a dazzling bright light on the school. It was supposed to be an ordinary day, but it eventually turned into a day when the destinies of two beings would be finally changed.

Almost all the students fell out of their classes to watch what was happening. Even if their teachers wanted to, they couldn't stop the kids. (But they didn't want to either).

Everyone froze, throwing their heads back and looking at the portal, from which a figure slowly floated out…

Huge wings dropped snow-white feathers to the ground. Plants that none of the demons had ever seen immediately sprouted up, filling the entire space. Beautiful flowers bowed their heads, as if bowing to a creature descending down.

The light sandals touched the ground, and the wings folded behind his back. The halo shone brightly over the head of the creature who came to the demons. No, not just creatures. It was an angel.

No one dared to move. The teachers watched the angel with narrowed eyes, the students whispered among themselves, pointing with their fingers at the figure that walked forward without a single word being said.

And then the director fell out from somewhere, and any tension subsided.

–Oh, (Y/N)-san, long time no see! How's your boss doing? – the demon asked with a chuckle, stopping in front of you and extending his hand to take the scroll that you have been holding in your hands all this time.

–Are you talking about my boss or my God?

–I won't mind if you tell me about both!

–I'm afraid I don't have that much time, Sullivan-san. There's a lot of work I have to do.

–And you won't even visit?.. – he didn't finish, shaking his head vaguely.

–I-I'm afraid not today! – your cheeks turned red and you quickly shook your head.

You exchanged handshakes with the demon, during which he shouted with laughter: "Ah! It burns!" You giggled at the man, and then turned around and flew back to the portal at high speed…

Only for the door between the worlds to close in your face!

You froze in the air, the feathers began to fall more actively, and several students were even able to catch them. The feathers, touching the hands of the demons, crumbled into dust.

You tried not to panic by raising your hands and using magic. Unfortunately, the portal did not open. Instead, a scroll was thrown in your face.

You quickly caught it and read it. The next second you were on the ground, trying to drown in your own despair.

–(Y/N)-san? – the headmaster called you, poking your shoulder a couple of times with his finger.

–W-we... we need to talk. Right now.

*+*

So, you were sitting in Sullivan's office and clutching a cup of cocoa, staring blankly in front of you. Your wings were pressed as close to your body as possible, as if they were trying to protect you from what was happening around you. Opera, who came to school to take care of you, played with your halo like a cat.

–So… Have you been left here to oversee the appointment of a new demon king? – the demon asked after a long pause, seeing that you are not going to – or rather can't – drink cocoa yet.

–Y-yes. My God asked me to do everything so that the war of the past years would not happen. This includes making peace with the newly minted king as soon as he ascends the throne.… I'm sorry, – you blinked a couple of times, trying to collect your thoughts, – and when will the new king be announced?

–M-m-m, it's unknown, - the demon snorted good-naturedly. – But I hope that my dear granddaughter will become one!

–And with-how old is he?..

–Let's say so… You will have to be here for about six years before he finishes school and can pass all the tests to become the demon king.

You almost rolled to the floor, but Opera supported you by the shoulders. They were looking at your wings with interest, it seems, wanting to bite them.

–So… I'll have to stay here for a few years... among the demons... in Hell... and then negotiate a truce with the new demon king…

–Oh, don't worry about that, (Y/N)-san! My dear granddaughter is just a miracle! I am sure he will easily sign a truce contract.

You nodded, not really believing. You didn't decide to ask where the demon's grandson came from if he doesn't even have children. You just drank all the cocoa at once.

–And now let's talk about where you will live all this time, – Sullivan said meanwhile, looking at the white feathers that fell out of the wings from your nerves. – I can provide you with a dorm room and a small payment, since there are different currencies in Hell and Heaven. Or you can choose your own accommodation.

–No, it's all right… It would be better if I was near the school, since you so strongly claim that it is your grandson who will become the next demon king... – you still could not come to your senses, and therefore spoke with very long pauses.

–I can register you as a teacher if you agree to teach children the history of Paradise and the war between us and the angels.

–I'll think about it.

–Oh, and of course I'll appoint a demon to take care of you all the time. There are so many demons around who want to remember that war that I can't leave you alone, (Y/N)-san. Opera, drum roll!

The demon moved her ears and patted her knees, looking at the door with shining eyes. And the next second...

–Were you called, Director?

You tried to roll down even harder and hide in your wings, but the next second you were abruptly grabbed by the shoulder and forced to straighten up. You met the eyes of a demon who frowned, almost living a hole in you.

–What are you doing here?

–How rude, Kalego-kun. Is this the way to talk to our dear guests from Paradise? Sullivan frowned, shaking his head as if scolding a child. – And it's worth going outside and being with everyone at such an important moment for Hell.

–I'm not moving from the table until the lesson is over.

–How strict, – Opera giggled, covering her mouth with her hand and looking away.

–So, why did you call me? – he asked, trying not to stare at you.

–You will accompany (Y/N)-san for the next five or six years at least! Congratulations!

Naberius stared at the director, then at you. You were trying to hide somewhere, so the demon involuntarily looked at his senpai. Opera showed some kind of scheme. Kalego took a closer look and realized that this was a seating chart for guests at the wedding table. The demon immediately turned away.

–What is the reason?

–Why don't (Y/N)-san explain it to you on they own?

You continued to die from the realization of what was happening, but at that moment Kalego grabbed you and dragged you away from the office, involuntarily forcing you to return to reality. You silently followed him, trying not to hit the walls hard with your wings.

Soon you found yourself with him in an empty office. You tried to hide behind your big wings, but the demon roughly grabbed their ends and pushed the feathers apart. He looked into your eyes and inhaled before leaning closer to look directly into your eyes.

–So, I'm waiting for an explanation.

You sighed and started talking.

You met Kalego many years ago, when he was still in school, and you were an ignorant little angel who was given an important task for the first time.

A few decades ago, the war between demons and angels ended. The inhabitants of Hell thought that the creatures from Paradise had killed their king, and therefore attacked your people. Long years of bloodshed ended in a fragile peace, and you, as the fastest angel then healthy and able to work, had to deliver messages to Hell. It depended on your speed and communication skills whether the war would continue!

(Well, okay, not entirely from you, but still).

So, the school where one of the most powerful demons worked as a director, who used to serve as a personal assistant to the disappeared king, was chosen as the place of sending parcels. You were supposed to just send messages, get a response and fly back to Paradise. Sometimes you spent so little time in Hell that you didn't even need to close the portal to your home.

But on your first "working day" something went wrong!

You've been attacked! And you could barely escape! You had almost no feathers left by the time the fight ended, and you were glad that the wings were recovering quickly.

You didn't win the fight, no, no! You were saved! And saved Sullivan.

So who is the demon you fought? Oh, Kalego Naberius, of course!

Then the young demon thought that you had come to harm the school, and therefore attacked you. You did not expect that someone would want to beat you, because many people are used to your rare presence on the territory of an educational institution, and therefore could not do anything. (Well, they didn't want to aggravate the situation with demons yet).

After you were rescued, you could not fly for about a day, and therefore Kalego had to carry you to the portal, which always appeared in the sky. (He was also forced to apologize to you). As a result, the demon almost threw you out in Heaven, going back to Hell himself.

You were angry at the demon, but you couldn't attack it. (And not just because you are a nice and sweet angel). As a result, you started sticking your tongue out at him during meetings and making ugly faces. Kalego was angry, but what could he do now that he had learned more information? You were smiling, giggling at your natural enemy.

Gradually, you began to get to know each other better in his friend, Shichiro. He was very cute for a demon, and you enjoyed spending time with him while the "adults" were busy signing documents and writing responses to the messages you brought.

At some point you had to stay in Hell for a week and you felt uncomfortable. You were given a dorm room, but you were afraid of the demonic aura that emanated from every object in the room. As a result, Balam offered to keep you company, dragging Kalego with him.

While you were braiding Shichiro's pigtails and telling him about the fauna in Paradise, Naberius was sitting in the corner and reading some book with a gloomy face. You offered to join him, but the demon refused.

At some point Balam left for food and drinks, and you stayed sitting with Kalego. You tried not to stare at the demon, a little afraid of him. But then... then you sneezed and your feathers flew around.

You turned your head to apologize, but in the end you could only hide your laughter. Naberius was sitting in a corner, plastered from head to toe with your feathers. He blew, and a small feather flew away from his mouth.

–I... I'm sorry... – you could barely contain your laughter.

–You should get this away from me quickly before I attack you again.

You nodded, crawling up to the demon and starting to carefully remove your feathers from it. Kalego grumbled with displeasure, saying that your feathers burn his skin a little.

–Why are you shedding so much at all?! Every time after you, the cleaners have to sweep the corridors!

–Because feathers are actually weapons, and therefore they fall out quickly and easily, – you took a small feather and looked at the picture hanging on the wall. – Look.

You threw the pen aside. It instantly turned into a bright yellow projectile that cut the thread on which the painting hung. With the help of magic, you did not let the object fall and after a couple of moments hung it back up.

When you turned around, Kalego looked... interested. He asked what other features angels have, and you started telling him about your halo.

When Balam heard some screams upstairs, he hurried back to the room, saying goodbye to the teacher. When he opened the door, feathers were scattered around, some looked as if they had been burned. Your halo was lying around the demon's feet. Kalego himself placed his head on your stomach, but you fell asleep in the middle of the room.

Shichiro giggled and put the food down before turning off the lights and lying down next to his friends.

(Later Balam found out that you did not use the halo to spread the spell, and eventually fell asleep with the demon, who insisted and argued with you that your angelic magic would not take it).

After that, you started talking more with Kalego. First about Heaven and Hell, and then about yourself and about him.

But not everything is eternal. At some point, you had to leave for a long time. You said that you will have to undergo training in order to bring more benefits in the future. Besides, the negotiations at that time are almost over, and you will not need to visit Hell so often.

Balam immediately rushed to hug you, and Naberius froze, unable to say a word. But you were going to talk to him later anyway.

And now you are in a place where there is only you and him. You held out your hand to him, and Kalego found a small feather that could be put in a pendant or even a ring.

–Here, here you go. It won't collapse from your touch because I used a special magic. I hope it will remind you of me.

The demon took the feather, looking at you, then at the soft white thing. He opened his mouth, but still couldn't speak. You giggled and patted him on the shoulder.

–At least tell me you'll be waiting for me, Kalego-kun!

But the demon didn't say anything. He suddenly hugged you, wishing he could give you something to say goodbye. But you, as if reading his thoughts, said that you didn't need anything. You just let Kalego hide his face in your fluffy wings.

You said goodbye to two friends after a while, flying away for months... or even years. You tried not to cry, because you really began to cherish these demons, but still couldn't cope and turned away, hastily wiping your cheeks.

When you disappeared, Kalego put his hand on the breast pocket where your pen was hidden. His heart ached for some reason, and he felt that he already missed you.

When you returned after a long time, still flapping your big wings and spreading your feathers around, the demon felt incredibly relieved.

It happened on an ordinary day. You brought a message from Paradise and decided to visit Kalego, since you had time. At the moment when you wanted to leave, you hit him in the face with your wings. You turned around and started apologizing, only to freeze, hearing a quiet,

–It's okay. I love you too much anyway to be annoyed.

At the same moment, Kalego blushed, realizing that you could hear him. The next minute, he was already lying on the floor, pinned down by your body, your wings and your hugs, screaming for you to let him go.

But you didn't want to let him go. And now every time when your deadlines were not tight, when you didn't have so many responsibilities, you found Kalego and spent time with him, and then returned to Paradise.

But this time, as it is clear, something went wrong…

You were trembling, but gradually began to calm down. The demon hugged you and your wings while listening to a brief retelling. Soon you fell silent, and in an empty classroom there was only you, Kalego and your panic.

Your friends, acquaintances, relatives remained in Paradise. Your home has remained in Paradise. Your things are left in Paradise. Everything has become in Paradise!

(But you stayed with Kalego now...)

So, after a brief whining, you went with the demon to study the school in which you will obviously spend the next few years. Naberius asked a couple of times if it was possible to ask to pass letters to your loved ones in some way, but you just shook your head. If objects were so easy to move between worlds, you would never visit Hell. Angels don't like the demon world, so it's unlikely anyone will come here just to pick up your mail.

So you can only hope that your family will be informed about why you will not be in the near future.

Kalego's hand touched the base of your wings and you turned your head towards him. The demon smiled faintly, and you unwittingly wrapped your wings back and forth. Naberius stared at the small feathers falling everywhere, from which flowers could have started to grow if not for the floor tree, and then at you.

–Wh-what? I don't control it…

You turned away in embarrassment.

After a short and rather terse tour, the demon introduced you to his colleagues. All the teachers squinted, looking at you and not wanting to get too close, because some still remember the terrible stories of the war with the angels. But the next second you were suddenly hugged and your happy laughter filled the room.

–Hello to you too, Shichiro-kun.

Everyone suddenly relaxed. Kalego watched from his seat as the tall demon dragged you back and forth, talking about all the animals that he had time to study. Your wings, which cannot be removed, unlike the demonic ones, moved back and forth, and a couple of times you almost knocked several teachers off their feet.

But in the end, you and Balam apologized for such emotional behavior. You introduced yourself and expressed hopes for peaceful cooperation. After that, Kalego went to show you your dorm room.

On the first day you went to his room. The demon wasn't surprised when he saw you in front of his door. You immediately slipped into the room and opened your arms to embrace Kalego. Naberius will never understand whether your desire to cling to him and be a cute fluffy creature is connected with angelic nature or your own personality.

(Of course, you were never as holy as the angels that people describe, but you were still friendlier than many demons).

So, while Kalego was checking homework, you jumped from cactus to cactus, touching small and large plants. Even the plants of Hell could not resist your angelic magic, and therefore soon bloomed and began to look more alive. Naberius got distracted from work and stared ... at the plants, of course!

–You're interfering with my work, – the demon said after a pause, looking at you rushing around the room and stroking his cacti with maternal care. Kalego's heart froze with love, but he didn't say a word about it. (And it wasn't necessary. You've always seen through him anyway. Oh, that's angelic flair).

–Oh, then I'll just sit next to you.

The demon nodded slowly, looking away from you. He snapped his fingers and a chair appeared next to his desk. You landed on the offered spot, lightly hitting his face with a soft wing. In his younger years, Kalego could instantly fall asleep as soon as his head touched your feathers, but now he just pushed the white wing away.

You hugged his back with a cluster of feathers and stared at the tasks that he was checking. Your face stretched out in horror, and the demon asked you to look at the cacti better so that you don't spoil your psyche. You decided to obey. You continued to hug him with your wing, looking at the plants that clearly began to look more energetic. It seems that one cactus even started moving back and forth! It seems you could see its roots if you looked a little closer… It seems…

–The son is running away!

You jumped up, trying not to hit the demon's wing, and then dived through the window for a plant that came to life. Kalego pinched the bridge of his nose and continued to check the tasks, laughing at how you are chasing a cactus that is hurriedly running away. Perhaps I won't say yet that this cactus should go for a walk by itself.

You came back looking like a winner, showing a plant that was trying to get out of your hands. Kalego stood up, stretched out his hands and took the plant. You didn't let him get far away by placing your palms on top of his hands, and the demon's cheeks turned scarcely noticeably red.

–Did you call my plant "son"? – Naberius asked, deciding to redirect your attention from his embarrassment to your embarrassment.

It didn't work.

–Yes, – you answered with a small smile. – These plants are almost like your own children. And I love you so much that I already consider you my family.

Oh, now the blush was all over the demon's face! However, he deftly pulled out his hands, let go of the cactus, which immediately ran away. Kalego hurriedly went to the table, but you hugged his wings with your hands, stopping him.

–Come on, I know that you don't mind knowing all the ways that angels give their love!

–You're interfering with my work!

–If you really wanted to check out these terrible works, you would have dealt with me long ago and gone to the table.

The demon sighed, turning to you and hugging you sharply in response. You flinched, but then grumbled contentedly, hugging him tighter. You hugged him for long minutes, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. Even after all this time, Kalego could not show his affection to you even in private. He was just... so embarrassed.

You giggled once again and wanted to move away, but the demon wouldn't let you. You coughed, asking if you could go and drink some water, but met only an angry and sadistic look. He's definitely a demon!.. As a result, you were made to blush. Kalego just threw you on the bed and lay down next to you, hugging, sometimes biting your wings, which only made you blush more and laugh nervously.

That day you fell asleep in the Naberius bed. And after that, you fell asleep with him every night, secretly sneaking into his room.

*+*

Scratching, scratching, scratching…

Kalego stared in front of him, looking at a dirty window that clearly needed to be washed…

Scratching, scratching, scratching…

And it was definitely worth reminding Balam that he is forbidden to bring more than three animals to the hostel at a time. Dali is already tired of telling him this. Scratching, scratching, scratching…

And also…

–Are you a dog or what?!

You turned your head to Kalego, who abruptly moved in his chair to look at you. You slowly lowered your foot and smiled nervously.

–I can't reach with my hand. And did you know that these shoes have a pretty pleasant sole to the touch?..

– Are you shedding or what? – the demon asked, getting up from his seat and sitting down next to you. He looked at the wings on the floor, which were getting there in even greater numbers than usual.

–Not really... I just need to look after my main feathers, which don't fall out. Oh, and also for the base on which the feathers are held.

–And why do you keep pretending you're a dog instead of taking care of yourself?

You blushed and looked away, now staring at the closet.

–Because... I can't do it myself.

–Why did your face turn red? – the demon asked with a squint.

–Well... just... – you swallowed. – Only family members or romantic partners can take care of the wings of other angels. And since there is neither one nor the other here, I…

–Do you want to know how offended I am right now on a scale of one to a hundred? – Kalego asked through his teeth with a fake smile on his lips.

–That's not what I meant!.. I'm sorry, – you sighed. – I'm just not sure you want to waste your time washing every feather I have.

–Yes, I, of course, prefer more that you sit and try to scratch yourself like a dog.

–But it proves my flexibility.

Kalego rolled his eyes and didn't comment on it in any way.

–I'll get you a bathroom. Go get dressed.

–Eh? Why is that? Aren't we going to bathe?

–If you don't mind sitting naked with me in the same room, then I don't dare stop you.

–Dress up so dress up!

And you hurriedly ran away, hitting the doorway with your wings and almost crashing into the wall.

After just a few minutes, you were sitting in slightly hot water with contented sounds and dropping your "unnecessary" little feathers. The biggest ones, thanks to which you mostly flew, were left looking shabby, greasy and ugly.

Kalego had taken off the top and heavy part of his uniform and was now sitting on a chair next to the bathroom, holding a sponge in his hands. You giggled when the demon pulled each feather aside, ran a sponge over it, and then put it back. There was foam all around, and you could entertain yourself by creating figures.

–Look, I made a cactus!

The demon looked up from his work and looked at you. You, one of the fastest angels, an angel who was entrusted with transmitting messages to Hell at a fairly early age, sat and showed Kalego a foam cactus with a big smile.

Naberius bent down and blew. A second later, the foam was on your face, and you had to wash it off in a hurry.

–Look, the crown! Pirate hat. Oh, horns! Now I'm a demon too!

You turned to Kalego to gauge his reaction. Naberius is looking only at your wings, working carefully on each feather, but you have seen how his tail is rapidly swinging from side to side. You smiled, as a sweet and good angel should not smile, and then splashed water on the demon.

Kalego jumped up and hissed. You leaned out of the bathroom and touched the floor with your hands, raising one eyebrow questioningly.

–The water burns! – there was more surprise than pain in his voice.

–Oh, probably because the dirt and sweat have partially washed off my body. But does it really hurt that much? – you looked at his skin with concern.

–No, I was just surprised, – he waved it away.

You listened carefully to his answer, and then smiled, but even worse than the last time. The demon immediately created a shield around him, and you pouted.

–I thought angels were supposed to be nice and obedient.

–I thought demons didn't mind playing pranks.

–As if you don't know me, – Kalego sat back on the chair and ran his hand over your wet feathers, which continued to be pleasant to the touch even in this state.

–I've been a good angel all my life. Can't I spray a demon once?

–Choose someone else for your games.

–You can be so mean, you know that?

Naberius smiled smugly and said that he had been striving for this all his life. He continued to wash your wings and their base, and you still touched the floor. But then, in one second, everything changed.

The demon's eyes widened as his shield was destroyed. The next second he was in the bathroom with you, completely wet.

–Well? Can you live?

–(Y/N-N)! – an angry growl.

–Attack!

You splashed water on him, giggling and waving your wings. The waves rose because of the movement of your wings, the water splashed out of the tub. You continued to splash around like a child, which every angel really was.

If it were any other living being in your place, Kalego would have turned this unfortunate into dust long ago. But it was you, his sweet angel, who screamed every time he grabbed Naberius and Balam when a particularly scary monster came across your path.

Therefore, the demon raised his hand, calling for more water. You swallowed, closing your wings, but your fate was already decided. A huge wave has covered you with your head, wetting your head.

–Hey! I wasn't going to wash my hair today!

–Now I have to.

The demon smiled contentedly, looking at the strands stuck to your forehead, and tried to get up, but you grabbed his leg. Looking at him with pleading eyes, you smiled happily, giving Kalego a fast-beating heart when he stayed sitting with you.

You spent the evening squirting at the demon and getting in return. In the end, he helped you dry your feathers and allowed you to stay in your room for the night, despite a wet head, wet wings and your mood to pour water on Kalego again.

(Just in case you decide to continue being a bad angel, Naberius will bite you on the wing, and you will involuntarily have to calm down and hide from his sharp teeth under the blanket).

*+*

You felt cold sweat rolling down your forehead. You cannot look at Kalego, as his dark aura is too strong for you, a light being.

–P-please, Kalego, don't kill him... – you asked in desperation, trying to reach out to hold the demon, but you just physically couldn't do it.

–I'm just going to cut off someone's too long tongue, – Naberius said with a big smile and eyes burning with anger and rage.

–M-my angelic heart can't stand it…

–Just close your eyes and ears, that's all.

You were able to raise your head and look at the teachers who were covering Robin with their backs. But the main thing here was not their sudden self-sacrifice. The main thing was their eyes burning with interest.

–I didn't know that Kalego-sensei could fall in love with someone.

–Silence! I can cut out the tongue of not only this talkative piece!..

–Angels don't like swearing! – you warned, still covering your own ears.

Just an hour ago, everything was quiet. You were sitting in a tree to be closer to the sky and doing your daily prayer. However, suddenly a strong wind blew, and you began to fall, unable to use your wings to fly, because the feathers have not grown yet.

Kalego, passing next to his kohai, immediately dropped all his things and hurried to catch you. He immediately began to scold you, but his hands gently held you and pressed you to his chest. There was only concern in his gaze, as you would definitely break something for yourself if you fell from such a height.

And then the demon turned to his kohai and with the most murderous expression on his face told tom to be silent, otherwise Naberius would cut off his tongue and then send him to the grave. The younger demon nodded in fright, quickly collecting the documents.

When you came together with Kalego to the "teacher's lair" at school so that he could carry the documents, and you improved your relationship with his colleagues, everyone immediately started whispering and looking at you with him. Naberius had normal hearing, but somehow he was able to hear even the quietest words.

And now the demon was planning to fulfill his threats.

You couldn't even move to save Robin's sinful soul because your body is shackled by the dark aura of your demon. You wanted to grab him by the scruff of the neck and drag him away like a dog who likes to get into fights, but you still couldn't even reach out to Kalego.

But suddenly everything changed in just a second. Everything changed when one of the teachers chuckled.

–So... the serious and strict Kalego-sensei has been having an affair with an angel all this time?

Naberius' murderous aura has become a little less murderous and a little more irritated. He pierced the teacher with his gaze, and the younger demon swallowed, but did not stop looking at his senpai.

–Ah, I thought you'd tell us about your soulmate before Robin-kun, – Dali said with a sigh, rather boldly responding to Kalego's look.

–No one was supposed to know about this at all.

–It's so nice to see that the relationship between angels and demons is not as tense as in my youth, – Suzy gently clapped her hands and smiled. – No wonder Kalego-sensei didn't tell us about his love, – she giggled, – but that doesn't mean we shouldn't congratulate him.

–Yeah! I just wanted everyone to be happy for you, senpa-ai! – Robin shouted, who was still being covered with his bodies by the other teachers.

–Congratulations, Kalego-sensei!

–I never thought that you would find your soulmate, Kalego-kun!

–Kalego-san, what was your first date with (Y/N)-san like? Tell me! Tell me!

–Kalego-ku-un, and when will be a wed?!.

You exhaled with relief when the demon's aura stopped being murderous. Naberius pinched the bridge of his nose, turned around and silently left the staff room. You remained standing, nervously moving your wings.

As soon as the door slammed behind Kalego, you were almost pushed into the wall. The demons' eyes showed that they were arriving in the last stage of shock and were about to faint.

–SO IT'S TRUE, (Y/N)-SAN!?

–WE THOUGHT ROBIN-KUN WAS JUST JOKING, AND DECIDED TO PLAY ALONG!

–HOW CAN A DEMON LIKE KALEGO-SENSEI EVEN DATE SOMEONE?! I'M DYING AFTER ONE LITTLE CONVERSATION WITH HIM, AND HERE IS CONSTANT COMMUNICATION!

–HOW DID IT HAPPEN IN GENERAL?!

–KALEGO-SAN KNOWS HOW TO SHOW AFFECTION?! REALLY?! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

–YES, MY BRAIN STARTS TO HURT AS SOON AS I IMAGINE THAT KALEGO-SENSEI CAN BE GENTLE WITH SOMEONE!

You were being shaken back and forth, the demons around you were screaming in incomprehension. You looked at them with empty eyes, involuntarily beating the door and the doorway with your wings.

Suddenly the wooden structure swung open and you saw Kalego. All the teachers immediately attached the lower jaw to the upper one, looking at the demon in shock. He just said: "I'm taking this," and then you were dragged out of the room by the collar.

As soon as the door closed again, you heard what a terrible scream the teachers were making. (It seems that some of them even fainted from such information, judging by the sound). You decided to just let your demon drag you to some quiet place where you will sit next to him and ask him not to kill Robin... or at least not to do it painfully.

Well, there's one big plus in all of this... now you won't have to hide the secret from everyone for more than six years that you love a demon, and he loves you in return. Unless only Kalego from now on will have to brush off students and teachers every minute, but you will always be there to comfort him, right?

#kalego x reader #gn!reader #naberius kalego #kalego x gn!reader #Mairimashita! Iruma-kun #x reader

136 notes · View notes

dropssofjupitter · 3 years

Text

Of Pride and Promises - P. 2

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: It has been a mere three weeks since your breakup with Draco Malfoy. Though your feelings haven’t changed, circumstances have.

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Angst-ish(?), swearing, sectumsempra, fist-fights, blood (minor?), aftermath of a breakup

Requested? - Yes

Masterlist Part One

A/N: For the lovely nonnie that requested it! I hope you like it! (I’m not exactly happy with it but hey, something is something!) [This work has not been beta read. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone]

Edit: I would also like to announce that I am looking for one, possibly two, beta readers! If you are interested please let me know!

Loving Draco Malfoy was like wading through quicksand. The more you resisted, the stronger the pull. Until eventually, you were pulled under.

That’s what it had been like for you. That’s what it had felt like. You were suffocated and sedated until you couldn’t think straight, until you couldn’t see straight. Your hands were no longer your own, your magic was merely an extension of his. Everything that you owned, was his to use.

Until you broke free. And then suddenly you could breathe. You felt lighter, you felt happier. You felt like you were more. But every time you saw him in the halls, every time you passed him in the Great hall, every time you so much as glanced in his direction, an intense wave of hurt and pain swept through you.

And Draco only seemed to be getting worse. Dark circles clung to his eyes like forgotten friends, his cheeks had sunken in, and his skin was a brand new shade of waxy white. He looked sickly, often reminding you of the Victorian children that haunted the paintings in the Slytherin common room. You were no fool. You knew that although the breakup may have been hard on him, it was nowhere near the severity of whatever threatened him now.

“Merlin, is that Katie Bell?” Pansy whispered to you, her chin propped up on her hands as she shamelessly stared at the girl who had just entered the Great Hall. “She looks like shite,” she said with a laugh, dragging her gaze back towards you.

“Yeah Pans,” you replied, stabbing your fork into one of the many potatoes that lay on your plate. “Being cursed will do that to you.”

The girl groaned, paying no mind to your snarky comment as she sat back in her seat, arms crossed over her chest. “And there goes Saint Potter, probably trying to be first in line to the pity parade and get all the sympathy points.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, chancing a look over your shoulder at the scene unraveling in the middle of the Hall. You had to hand it to Pansy, she had nailed Katie’s description perfectly. The girl looked almost as haggard as Draco did.

You watched uninterested as Harry no doubt grilled the poor girl about the happenings of her curse, your hand perched under your chin. You were about to turn back to your food and to Pansy, who had not stopped talking to you apparently, when your eyes caught on Draco’s form.

He seemed frozen in place at the entrance to the Hall, unmoving as he looked at Harry and Katie in what appeared to be mute horror. He locked eyes with Potter and turned around, quickly making his way out of the Hall and down an unknown corridor. Harry soon followed him, and it was pure instinct that drove you to stand up from the table and follow after the two boys, much to Pansy’s dismay. Something else was happening here, and whether it had to do with Draco’s distance before your break up or not, you were going to find out just what the hell it was.

Chasing after Harry, you frantically tried to match his pace, running into students and Professors alike as you turned corners and skidded down hallways. It was a miracle that you hadn’t run into a wall yet, truly. You watched as he disappeared from view, ducking into the usually haunted girls bathroom. With a frown etched into your face and nary a thought to the consequences, you followed him.

Curses being flung across the bathroom at lightning speed met you on the other side of the door, and you had to duck almost immediately to avoid being hit. You lay flat on the ground, mumbling things like “What the bloody hell could have set them off in three minutes?!” as you fumbled for your wand with one hand and protected your head from shattered stalls with the other.

You crawled forward as soon as your wand was in your grasp, dragging yourself through the wrecked toilet stalls and avoiding most of the spells being hurled across the room as you prepared yourself to intervene. You moved into a crouch, murmuring a quick shielding charm before walking through the door half torn off its hinges and into the middle of their duel.

“Wands down -” You were barely able to get a sentence out before you had to dodge a curse sent by Potter himself, drawing your arms into your body as you heard him yell “Sectumsempra!”

Draco was flung across the room, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud. Both you and Harry looked over at him, pausing your actions as you realized that he wasn’t moving. “Draco?” you called out anxiously, taking a step closer to him. That was when you saw the blood blooming on his shirt and bleeding into the water. “Merlin,” you muttered to yourself, wasting no time in rushing over to his body, hands shaking as you tried to remember the proper healing spells.

“What the hell did you do to him, Potter?!” you yelled, looking over at Harry quickly before looking back at Draco. Dozens of cuts had opened up on his body, continuously bleeding and showing absolutely no signs of stopping. “Shit shit shit shit.” You hated to admit it but you still loved him. You still loved how it had been when you were with him. And you were so, so scared that you would lose him like this. So suddenly.

As if he could hear your thoughts, Professor Snape appeared out of nowhere, quickly rushing to Draco’s side and sending a long, slow look at Harry.

“I don’t know what to do,” you said, rushed as you stared down at Draco. “They won’t stop bleeding. He won’t wake up.” The professor placed a seemingly comforting hand on your shoulder before wordlessly beginning to move his wand over Draco’s body, murmuring a spell underneath his breath so quietly that you couldn’t catch what he was saying. You didn’t care. The blood that had previously been pouring out of Draco’s body was returning to it, and the wounds were sealing.

Footsteps sounded behind you, and you realized that Harry was running away. You shouldn’t chase after him. Not when you were no longer with Draco. And certainly not with a Professor standing right next to you. But all rational thought had left your mind, and all you could think about was making Harry pay. So you stood, and you ran.

If you thought that Harry was fast before, he was even quicker now, running as if he knew he was being pursued. And maybe he did. But that just made it more satisfying for you as you ran him down, slowly but surely beginning to catch up with him until you hit him with a stunning hex and sent him careening to the ground.

“What the fuck was that Potter! What, do you preach the absence of curses until it’s convenient for you like a fucking hypocrite?”

Students and staff alike were turning to watch the exchange, gathering nearer as they sensed a fight. It was likely that you didn’t have much time before you were stopped so you decided to make it count. The stinging hex was wearing off by now, you knew it would be. So you kicked his wand away before pocketing yours. If they wanted a fight they would get one.

Harry turned to look at you, quickly standing up and getting to his feet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The way he turned up his nose and squared his shoulders told you that he was trying to appear confident. The sweat on his brow and the shiftiness of his eyes also told you that he was epically failing.

“Is that really how you want to play this Potter?” you asked, danger creeping into your voice as you squared off with the boy wonder.

“Well it’s how your boyfriend wanted to play when he threw a hex at me,” he retorted, taking a step closer to you in a challenge.

You barely had time to think before you were punching the Chosen One. Punching him poorly, might you add. You were pretty sure that you heard a faint crack from your thumb. But the blood that had begun to spurt from his nose made your minor injury all worth it.

Harry cried out, falling back and to the floor as he immediately held one hand up to his nose. He looked at you in surprise, and it only took a few short seconds before a teacher was calling out your name and dragging you up towards Dumbledore’s office.

You passed Snape on the way up, making eye contact as you noted the unconscious Draco in his arms. You nodded once, more towards yourself than towards him, before turning your gaze back to the professor currently lecturing you on the do’s and don'ts of fights at school. You tuned them out and every interaction after.

~~~~~~~

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity that the tables had been turned on you. Yet again. Instead of you waiting in the dark to confront Draco, he had waited for you. You had known he was there as soon as you had closed the portrait, your eyes catching on his barely illuminated form as he sat in front of the fireplace.

“I suppose I should ask you why you aren’t asleep yet.” You threw his words back in his face as you walked over to the couches, deciding to not even try and avoid him. Your arms were crossed protectively in front of your chest, a poor attempt to try and prevent what was probably about to come.

Draco raised his hands under his chin, propping it up in a habit that he had learned from you long ago. “Why were you there,” he asked slowly, still not turning his head to look at you. It annoyed you, but you would let him have this for now.

“I was tired of being lied to.” It was the truth, and that was more than he deserved.

He clenched his jaw and turned to face you, his eyes narrowed. “You could have died. Didn’t you stop to think about that at all?”

You sat down in the arm chair to his left, arms and now legs crossed in defiance. “I didn’t think that I would be barging in on a duel. It’s not my fault that you and Potter couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

“This isn’t a joke!” His voice echoed across the common room and you froze. His gaze was level with yours, eyes glaring at you and hands clenched into fists. “You could have died!”

“You could have too!”

“That’s different!”

“How? How is it different Draco.” At some point you had stood up again, a finger pointed in his face in your anger. The sheer familiarity of the situation was hitting. The two of you had been in these kinds of arguments many times before. “See this self-sacrificing bullshit is why we broke up. Because you couldn’t realize that your life was worth just as much as mine!”

“No, we broke up because you got scared,” he retorted, standing up and matching your stance. “You got scared that I was actually being self-sufficient for once and you couldn’t handle not being in control!”

You knew he was deflecting. You knew that the two of you were both lashing out, emotions high from the day that you had, but still you recoiled slightly. “Is that really what you think?”

He just stared at you, stubborn ignorance formed in every fraction of his being.

You swallowed thickly, straightening your clothes and taking a step back from him. “Alright then. Gad we cleared that up.” You turned around and took but two steps before you moved to face him again. “And for the record? I was scared. But I was scared that you were recklessly risking your own life because you couldn’t handle even the slightest threat to mine. Not because I wasn’t in control.” You paused, clenching your jaw as you searched his face for any type of reaction. There was none. “I guess today just proved that breaking up had been the right thing to do. Goodnight Malfoy.”

You didn’t stop walking until you made it to your room with the door closed securely behind you. Letting out a breath, you allowed your body to sag against the door. You weren’t even sure if you could call that conversation closure. It felt more like another couples spat if you were honest, but you had meant your words.

From now on, you didn’t care what Draco did. You didn’t care if he was sneaking around at odd hours of the night, or looking positively zombie-like. He wasn’t your problem anymore, so you were going to stop making him one. You were done with him. For good.

Taglist:

@hydrasbitches @tayyymeek

Add yourself to my taglist

#Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy x reader #professor snape #Pansy Parkinson #katie bell #angst #jupe writes

68 notes · View notes

let-me-write-shit · 4 years

Note

You writing is soo cool, you're amazing! I don't know if you are taking requests, but what about a famous Y/N and meets professor Harry and he is like "I don't want to teach you, you are famous" and she is like "you are going to teach me and fall in love with me😏" and well, idk the idea just came to my mind and I thought of you to write it hahaha. Love your writing, keep doing it 'cause you are great!

Word Count: 9,443 LONG AS SHIIIIT

WARNING: FILTHY SMUT!!!!!!!! (I put ******** before and after the smut so you can skip if you’d like

A/N: Thank you SOO much to @mylittleangel9403 for this request and I’m SOOOO sorry it took so long. Turned out a lot longer than I anticipated. Not sure if you wanted this to be smutty, but I just couldn’t help myself. Also, shoutout to @gwenlovesharrystyles for the help on this imagine! Much appreciated!!Enjoy!

Requests are OPEN! If you have a request for a blurb, oneshot, imagine, whatever, Send me a message HERE!!!

To add yourself to my Taglist, click HERE

CLICK HERE TO READ OTHER COMPLETED STORIES

Friendly reminder to please like and/or reblog. It helps more than you think :)

---------------------------------------

Professor Styles

“Ma’am, respectfully, I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Harry leaned forward in his chair, fingertips pressed together, aware of the large presence that sat beside him, his voice almost a whisper. “We’re already several classes deep, and as you know, my class is very difficult. She’ll be at a disadvantage going in, not to mention the students already in my class. The distraction isn’t fair for them.”

“Professor Styles, I don’t need to tell you how much this means to our University. I understand your concern, and I have every faith in you to help miss Y/L/N catch up to speed and keep your students in-check.”

He could feel the eyes of the famous singer on him as she uncrossed her legs and sat straighter in her chair. In his peripheral, he could see her burly manager, who stood in the back against a wall, take a step closer behind them like a bodyguard waiting to pounce. But for some reason, Harry had the distinct impression that Y/N could do without protection. He thought she was tough enough.

“Sir,” Y/N spoke softly and respectfully. Harry turned, seeing a reflection of yellow in her eyes as the sun shone through the window onto them, and he couldn’t help but think she was putting on an act for the Dean. “I know that the circumstances are...unusual. But, I promise I will do everything in my power to not cause any distraction in your class. I’ll sit in the back if that helps. Whatever it takes.”

The young professor took a deep breath, taking in her words. He looked around the room in thought, feeling everyone’s attention on him all the while. Some of the rumors about her seemed to ring true. Y/N had this energy about her that made it difficult to focus or think straight. She hardly took her eyes off of him throughout this entire meeting.

Harry sighed in defeat and nodded, “Alright. I trust she’ll be given the syllabus and information on everything she’ll need for my class?” he asked the Dean.

But before the Dean could respond, Y/N chirped, “I’ve already gotten it and I’m prepared to start next week.”

“Well, that’s settled, then,” the Dean grinned, victoriously, “Welcome to our school, Miss Y/L/N. Unless you have any more questions, you are free to go.”

Y/N stood up with a smile, followed by the Dean and professor. She stuck out a hand and shook them, saying, “Thank you so much. I look forward to starting on Tuesday.”

Her burly manager opened the door for her and she began to make her way out. And as Harry collected his things to leave, the Dean quipped, “Oh, Professor Styles. Before you head to your next class, I’d like to speak to you for a moment.”

Harry watched as Y/N closed the door behind her, almost certain he saw a wink, before setting his things back down and taking a seat once more. He listened as the Dean encouraged him to do all that he can to ensure Y/N had a good experience here, explaining how big of a deal this was and how Y/N taking his class might encourage more students to enroll.

Harry listened, respectfully, but wanted nothing more than to roll his eyes. It annoyed him that he was expected to baby Y/N and bend to her will solely because she was a rich and famous singer, and he refused to play a part in that. If she wanted success in his class, she would need to earn it just like the rest of his students.

When they finished their conversation, he was already running late for his next class. Again, he collected his things and made his way out of the office. As he speed-walked through the administration, he was surprised to see Y/N still there, sat on a chair beside her burly manager, talking. When she noticed him, she instantly jumped to her feet and raced up to him.

“Hey,” she said, simply, keeping his pace as they continued out of the administration building and into the main campus.

“I’m running late to my next class, Miss Y/L/N. Did you have a question, or can this wait?”

Her voice was so flippant that it bordered arrogance, “Just wanted to thank you again for letting me join your class this late into the semester.”

“It’s not me you should thank. I don’t agree with it and I won’t baby you. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do. I suggest you start reading your books so you’re not lost in my next class. Your classmates have worked hard to get to where they are and I’d hate for you to be the reason for a halt in their progress.”

“I think you’ll find that not to be the case.”

She was so smug that it caught him off guard. The looming of her large manager two paces behind him as they hustled down the walkway was even more noticeable now, along with the many whispers and stares as they continued. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, perplexed.

He debated whether to ask, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. Not wanting to show any sign of weakness or that he’d entertain her malarky. But his curiosity got the better of him.

“Miss Y/L/N, why are you taking my class?”

“Why not?” she smirked in response.

He sighed, annoyed that he was even going along with this, “We both know you don’t need to go to school, especially for Advanced Musical Theory. Why are you only taking my class?”

Her voice was softer and more sincere this time as she spoke, “I’ve always been interested in Music Theory and wanted to take it before my career kicked off. And I heard you were one of the best teachers in your field.”

For a split second, in that moment of sincerity, he thought he might have just seen her, the real her, behind all the fame and money and act. But her innocence faltered as she quickly shuffled in front of him, making Harry fumble to a stop.

Her eyes were more seductive now as she hushed, “Besides, I heard about how hot you were and I needed to see it for myself. And I’m not disappointed,” she looked at him through her eyelashes.

Harry could feel the warmth rise to his cheeks, extremely aware of her manager’s presence behind him and the few students nearby, staring. He was sure his face was bright red right now as Y/N’s smirk only seemed to grow.

Harry was aware of his reputation around campus for being the ‘hot teacher’. He wasn’t a stranger to the gossip or the occasional student trying to make a pass at him. And, honestly, his ego enjoyed it. But he’d never crossed that line with a student before and she would be no exception.

He did his best to compose himself and continued past her, Y/N following behind, “I’ll ignore that and just give you fair warning,” he started, “My class is hard and you will not be given special treatment just because you’re famous. I promised the dean I’d get you caught up, and I will. Your class is every Tuesday, and you can meet me in my office after each lesson for an hour for the next few weeks until we get you up-to-date on what you’ve missed. I will not play into your games.”

“Yes, Sir,” she pouted, teasingly, and again, jumped in front of him, holding a hand out and smiling, “Looking forward to next Tuesday.”

Harry looked at her suspiciously, pausing for a moment before ultimately giving in and taking her hand in his. But before he could respond, she pulled herself closer to him. So close that she was practically whispering in his ear.

“But just to warn you, not only will I ace your class, but by the end of the semester, I’ll make you call in love with me.”

Her breath was so hot and her words were so unexpected that he stood there, stunned, while she pulled away, winked, and walked back towards her bodyguard, heading back from where they just came from. She waved to a few students that recognized her, and she looked back once to blow a discreet kiss before she rounded a corner and was out of sight.

Harry watched after her, stunned at her assertiveness while people were watching. But he shook it off and continued to his class, mentally preparing himself to break the news to his students.

The anxiety in the week leading up to the start of Y/N’s first official day in Professor Styles’ class was becoming more frequently accompanied by the Dean’s constant checking in on him to make sure everything was ready, more students visiting or showing up to class, and even more excited whispers. Harry, on the other hand, did his best to push it aside, not getting what all the fuss was about.

He had done his best to prepare his students for their newly joined classmate, even sending out mass reminder emails to those in his class to please be courteous and warning them to avoid distraction. But when he pulled up to the school that day, he noticed more students than normal just hanging around, scanning all over campus like they were scouting for something.

Harry quickly realized that they were waiting to catch a glimpse at the famous singer and he snorted, rolling his eyes. Kids were so predictable. He slipped his lanyard with his ID around his neck, grabbed hold of his coffee and briefcase, and got out of his car, heading towards his classroom.

The Professor smiled and nodded at the students that greeted him in the hallway, proud that he knew each of them by name, continuing to his class. He knew his students would already be there, by now. Harry was usually always a few minutes late and he assumed that it gave his students more than enough time to ogle their new addition to the class.

But, when Harry rounded the corner and saw Y/N leaning up against the wall, arms crossed and alone, his nerves increased.

“Harry,” Y/N beamed when she spotted him, practically skipping over to him.

Harry raised his eyebrows, clearing his throat, “It’s Professor Styles,” he warned, earning a sarcastic nod while he continued, “Why are you not in class?”

“I thought we could go in together since I’m new.”

“I’m your professor, not your babysitter. Go on in next time,” he said as they approached the door. Before turning the knob, he paused and faced her, “While you’re here, I’ll explain to you what I explained to them on the first day. I’m a pretty easy-going teacher because I know how hard this class can be. You can eat in my class, you can have your phones out, you can come in wearing pajamas, I don’t care. However, the biggest rule in my class is that you treat people with kindness. We do not judge in this class. We don’t interrupt people or talk over others, we don’t make others feel inferior. My class is a safe space for people to be their authentic selves and we respect that. Can you do that?”

Y/N’s stance softened and she grinned, nodding, “Yes. I can do that.”

“Good,” Harry nodded, “I’d like you to take a seat towards the back of the class for today if you don’t mind. I’d rather they pay attention to me than the back of your head.”

“Whatever you say, Professor,” Y/N exaggerated his title, her lips twitching up in a lopsided smile.

He looked down at her for a moment, narrowing his eyes, trying to size her up, before he gave in and turned the knob to his class. The buzz from his students loudly chattering amongst each other instantly stopped when he walked in, closely followed by the singer. Harry vaguely noticed that not only was every single one of his students present, but they all looked slightly more put-together than normal. He snorted under his breath, dropping his briefcase on his desk, taking a sip from his coffee cup, and placing that down, as well.

“Morning!” He called out, earning a chorus of greetings in return. He gestured towards Y/N who was making her way up the steps towards the back of the class, “I’m sure you all know who this is. We are incredibly lucky to welcome Y/N in joining us this year.”

Y/N stopped climbing the steps to smile brightly and wave obscurely at everyone, “Hi!”

Harry nodded towards her to keep moving. She rolled her eyes, playfully, and continued while he explained, “I know we’re all excited to have her here, but I want to remind everyone that while we’re in the room, we’re all students, and that includes Y/N. Let’s all focus on what we’re here for, so we don’t get lost when mid-terms get here, yeah?”

After another muttering of agreeance, Harry noticed Y/N getting settled in the back and he nodded, starting the lecture, “Okay, what I’d like to do is a one-minute warm-up on today’s exploration on duple and triple meter. So, I need everyone to stand up.”

The rustling of chairs echoed and screeched as students got to their feet. Soon, they were marching along to Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles, everyone laughing and feet stomping on the ground. He felt proud, seeing all the smiling, attentive faces in his direction and happy that throughout the lesson, nearly everyone had seemed to grasp everything that he was saying.

But, each time he glanced up in Y/N’s direction, he noticed that not only had she not even so much as picked up a pencil or opened her laptop, she had not looked away from him even once. He made a mental note to reprimand her after class and continued on.

When the lesson came to an end, Harry thanked the class for their cooperation and the students began to pack up their belongings. He watched as Y/N was met by a group of kids who were considered to be more ‘popular’ around campus. He saw her friendly smiles, but could barely hear her over the noise.

Once Harry managed to gather his things and toss his now-empty coffee cup in the trash, he approached the group, earning a pleasant round of hello’s by the students. One of the girls, Jesse, made sure to bat her eyelashes a little more and lean closer than necessary as she spoke.

“Great lesson today, Professor Styles. I did have a few questions about musical texture and was wondering if we could meet privately so I could get some more clarity on that?” she asked, twisting a lock of hair around her fingers.

Harry was used to Jesse’s incessant attempts at flirting with him and getting him alone, but he never took the bait, “I’m sorry, Jesse, I have no free office hours available, right now. But please shoot me an email with all of your questions and I’ll gladly help you out.” He heard sniggering from her friends as her face shifted into disappointment and he turned to Y/N, “Miss Y/L/N, when you’re done here, please meet me in my office so I can get you caught up.”

“Yes, Professor, I’ll be right there.”

He waited twenty minutes before he finally heard a knock on the door. He had half a mind to ignore it and let her stand out there, annoyed that he was wasting time trying to help an entitled celebrity who clearly had no interest in his class. What was the point? But, he thought back to the Dean, and reluctantly made his way to the door.

“Your students seem to really like you,” she confidently walked in, taking a seat on top of his desk and tossing her bag on one of the chairs, crossing her legs. “Especially that girl, what’s her name? Jesse?”

Harry blinked and slightly shook her head back before closing the door and rounding the desk she sat on towards his chair, not bothering to give the statement a response. But that didn’t stop her from continuing, “She’s like, in love with you. Well, maybe not in love. But you definitely make her horny.”

“Y/N!” You shoot back at the brassiness.

“She’s hot, I’ll give her that. But she’s definitely got that ‘daddy money’ vibe to her. She and her friends invited me to a party next weekend. And that kid, Mark, gave me his number. He’s pretty hot, too. Looks like some kind of jock.”

Harry nodded, shuffling his papers, “He’s here on a full-ride soccer scholarship.”

“Damn, I’m good,” Y/N leaned back, pressing her palms flat against the top of his desk, impressed with herself.

Harry looked up at her, an eyebrow raised. He wished he could say that her confidence astounded him, but honestly, he wasn’t that surprised. He could hazard a guess that her success was probably all handed to her. She joked about another student being given ‘daddy’s money’, but if he had to guess, she was probably the same.

He set the stack of papers down beside where she sat on his desk and looked up at her with a sigh, “Miss Y/L/N, my desk is not a chair. Please have a seat.”

She slithered down off the desk and plopped in a chair opposite him, scooting it closer and crossing her arms on the top, waiting for him to speak.

He relaxed his shoulders and continued, “You didn’t participate much in class today.”

“Well, you told me not to be a distraction.”

“Yes, but you’re still a part of the class. I expect more participation from you in the next class. And that includes note-taking. You won’t pass my class from memory. For now, I need to get you caught up.

Harry spent the next hour trying to get her caught up on the very first day of his class, which she interrupted every ten minutes, or so, going off-topic or asking very personal questions like ‘do you have a girlfriend?’ or ‘how many students have you been with?’ None of which he answered. When there were about ten minutes left in their time together, Y/N interrupted for the eighth time that hour and Harry groaned, unsure that she had retained any of the information he had provided her so far.

“What made you want to do this? Teach Musical Theory?”

He looked up at her and paused for a moment and she stared at him, her head cocked to the side. She looked genuinely interested, and it wasn’t often that he got asked these questions. He decided he’d entertain her, just this once.

Harry slid the paperwork away from him and sat back in his seat, “I’ve just always been interested in music since I was a kid.”

“Yeah, so have I. That’s why I became a musician. There are so many jobs in the musical field, why music theory?”

“Well, I am a musician. Not as big as you, obviously, but I have a small band and we play gigs around town. But the more I deep dove into music and the history behind it, the more I got into musical theory. It was a hobby and a passion before it was a career. And I guess I just wanted to show people how fun and interesting it could be.”

Y/N nodded, seeming content with his answer before saying, “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re a good teacher.”

“You’ve only been in one class,” he chuckled, sitting up again and straightening out his papers once more.

She giggled, “Yes, but it doesn’t take long to know when a teacher is good or not. I see the way you interact with your students and hear the way they talk about you. Everyone seems to love you. It’s part of the reason why I chose to come here.”

“My reputation precedes me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Something like that,” she grinned, before softly speaking, “You know, we’re not all that different, you and I. I’ve been passionate about music for as long as I remember,” she laughed and said, “I remember when I was seven years old my mom took me to the library and I must have read at least six books, cover to cover, about Chopin. I knew everything about him and even named my pet rabbit after him. Everyone thought I was crazy.”

“Classical music?” Harry questioned, surprised.

She nodded, sitting up, “I’ve played piano since I was two.”

Harry pursed his lips, nodding his head, “Never judge a book by its cover.”

They stared at each other for a moment, silence filling the room. She looked more innocuous now; harmless as she sat with one leg crossed over the other. By this small conversation she had, she could see bits of himself in her eyes and it made him bring his guard down. For a moment, he was fascinated.

But her expression changed, more curious, as she asked, “So, how many lucky girls get the chance to have this one-on-one time with hottie Professor Styles?”

Harry sighed, rubbing his temples, “You exhaust me.”

“Or guys, I’m not judging,” she shrugged, “Though that would totally suck for Jesse. She’s really crushing.”

“I’ve never dated a student and I never will,” he said blandly.

“Never say never,” she smirked, “Why not?”

“Because they’re kids and it’s inappropriate.”

“Kids?” she snorted, “You’re barely four years older than most of your students. And everyone is of legal age.”

“I am not having this conversation with you,” he said, packing his things, “Our time is up. I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you in class next week.”

She grinned, gathering her things together and following him towards the door. As he reached for the door handle, she quickly put a hand on top of his, stopping him from turning it and making him look down at her as she said, “Don’t forget, Professor. Never say never.”

He watched as she opened the door and slipped out, turning her head once to wink back at him before she rounded a corner.

Harry found himself nervous and somehow anxious for the following week to arrive. It was the first time for years he had gotten there before any of his students. Every time the door opened and a student arrived, surprised by his early presence, he noticed he would jump and whip his head in the direction of the door. He tried to tell himself that he was just jittery or had too much coffee this morning, but he knew that wasn’t the reason.

When Y/N walked through the door, he felt his heart start to race.

“Good morning, Professor,” she smirked at him as she made her way up the steps towards the back of the class.

He nodded but didn’t respond. He felt stupid for not knowing what to say. There were so many options; hi, hello, how are you? Nothing. Harry watched out of the corner of her eye as she made a dramatic show of pulling out a notebook and a pen, sitting back in her chair and propping her legs up on the desk, making her short skirt slip up her thigh even more, waiting while she tapped her pen on the paper while the other arm was crossed over her stomach and her thumb grazed against her mouth.

He shook his head, pretending to search his briefcase for something as more students started to arrive, annoyed at himself for letting her get to him. In his four years of teaching, this had never been a problem before. How was she doing it?

Y/N waved as the group of kids she was seen talking to at the end of the last class squeezed in and they all excitedly waved back, making their way back to the seats in the row in front of her, spinning in their seats to talk. He wondered what they were talking about each time he saw her laugh or look down at him and hold eye contact.

The lecture started smoothly. He had them do another goofy exercise to get them ready for the class and was able to keep everyone’s attention as he explained notes and scales. Harry noticed the singer scribbling down in her notebook and was relieved to see she was taking notes this time. But what shocked him, even more, was her participation. The Professor, although known to make teaching and learning fun, was also known to ask a lot of hard questions throughout the class. Most, of which, the students rarely knew the answers to. That’s why he was surprised to see Y/N’s hand raised after nearly every question he asked, and even more taken back when her answers were right. Every single time.

Students began to become amused, automatically looking in between the two when a question would arise, and giggling at the incredulous expression on his face when she had, yet again, gotten the answer right. If he didn’t know any better, he would bet that by next week the class would turn it into some kind of a drinking game. He could have sworn he saw Y/N giggle under her breath and even blow a kiss.

After class, once again, Y/N was grouped on the steps by the rows of desks with Jesse, Mark, and their other friends. Y/N would twirl her hair and smile towards Mark and seemed to have him wrapped around her finger, but Harry also noticed how she’d look over Mark’s shoulder at him and bite her lip. She knew he’d be watching, and he hated himself for it.

Quickly, he packed his things and left the room, heading to his office to wait for her there, wondering what they were talking about. He closed the office door behind him, tossed his briefcase on the floor beside the paper shredder, and decided against turning the lights on. He blamed it on a splitting migraine, but it was really because there were too many intrusive thoughts running through his mind that he was doing everything he could to ease it, including pacing the room.

The attempts, however futile, were short lived. Minutes later there was a soft knock on the door and Y/N emerged, closing the door behind her, strutting right past him, and plopping on top of his desk again.

“How was that for participation, Harry?” she asked, propping a foot on the arm of his chair which made her skirt shimmy up her thigh just enough that if he were to look, he was sure he’d be able to see what she was wearing underneath.

He took a gulp and fought hard not to look down, lightly pushing her leg off of the arm of his chair so that both of her legs now hung down, taking a seat and crossing his arms, “It’s Professor Styles, and you did very well in class today, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Told you that I’d be a good student,” but her smile turned devilish as she spread her legs apart further and bent down closer to him, “But I can be bad if you’d like.”

“Please get off my desk and take a seat, Y/N. We’ve still got a lot of catching up to do.”

“Whatever you say, Professor,” she exaggerated, slowly slipping off of his desk and rounding to the other side.

Again, Harry tried his best to catch her up on lessons she missed, but it hardly seemed to get anywhere with Y/N’s constant interruption of inconsequential questions and arbitrary thoughts that seemed to almost pour out of her mouth without thought. He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath a few times. She wasn’t boring, he’ll give her that much.

The more she fought against his attempts at teaching her, the more he realized that they weren’t going to get anywhere unless he gave her a little of what she wanted. So when she asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?” he sighed and ran his finger through his hair, giving in.

“No, I don’t. And why do you insist on coming to these meetings if you aren’t going to pay attention?”

“I am paying attention. You were talking about themes and motives of the piano and violin in Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony,” she said, confidently, crossing her arms, “I just think that it would be easier to come to class and learn if I knew my teacher a little better.”

He rolled his eyes at this attempt, but a smile crept on his face anyway, “What do you want to know?”

She smiled, sitting up, eagerly, “Well, it’s good to know you’re single. When was the last time you were in a relationship?”

He sighed, uncertain why he was even taking part in this conversation, “A little over a year.”

“And you haven’t tried again since?”

He shrugged, “I’ve been busy.”

“Or you were heartbroken.”

The response stung a little. She was right. And that annoyed him even more. How did she do this? Get under his skin so easily? Instead of answering that, he retorted with, “Well, what about you? You’re obviously single, otherwise, you wouldn’t be flirting so much with your professor or the soccer star.”

Her smirk stretched wider, “Oh, are we jealous of Mike?”

He scoffed, grabbing the few pieces of paper off of his desk and attempting to organize it in the side filing cabinet, “No, I’m not jealous of a student.”

“Mhmm. Well, for your information we were just talking about the party they’re having this weekend.”

He tried his best to look confused, although he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that party since she mentioned it last week, “Is that so?”

“Yeah, it’s on Saturday. Not sure if I’m going yet. I’m sure my manager and PR would have my head if I was caught getting sloppy at a college party. Not good for the image,” she whispered, rolling her eyes.

He shrugged, “College parties aren’t all that great, anyway.”

“I’m sure,” she said sarcastically, “Anyway, I have a concert the night before, so I’m usually exhausted by the next day. You should come.”

“To your concert?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow, skeptically, “Unless you don’t like my music?”

Harry shrugged, “I haven’t really heard much of it,” he lied, “but my sister’s a big fan.”

“Well, I’ll put you down for a plus-one. As long as it’s just your sister.”

Harry felt a lump beginning to form in his throat and he shook his head, “I already have plans for Friday. But thanks, anyway.”

She shook her head, nonchalantly, “Well, offer still stands if your plans fall through.”

He tried his best to reroute the conversation back on topic and was thankful that she seemed to finally go along with it. But as it neared the end of the hour, he felt her eyes on his face more and more. He looked up in the middle of his sentence and froze when he saw her eyes on his. She seemed entranced and almost out of it. And something seemed to pull him into the same trance as her.

It was the first good look at her that he had gotten since their first meeting. Her skin looked soft and her eyes sparkled when the sun’s rays shone on them at just the right angle. He hadn’t noticed until now that the bridge of her nose was slightly elongated and somehow endearing. And her lips. Those lips.

Y/N shook her head and stood up. It was the first time that she seemed to be caught off guard, and that stroked his ego a bit. He glanced down at his watch and noticed that they had run overtime and he gasped. She seemed to realize, too. Hurriedly, they both began to collect their things, but in the frenzy, she accidentally flicked her pen off the desk and it ricocheted on his side, landing on the floor near his briefcase.

“Oh!” he heard her mutter, rounding the desk where they both hastily attempted to grab it.

Harry was the first to grab it and as they both stood up, they were face to face with each other, inches away. They froze, again, unable to move. He saw something in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before; nervousness. Y/N was always such a confident force, and to see her any less than that admittedly made him gratified, like he had obtained a victory. But he, himself, was losing the battle. She was breaking him down one wink at a time, and he had never felt so weak in his life.

He could feel the strain of his desire pulling him closer towards her, the gloss on her lips looked enticing. If no one stopped him soon, he wasn’t sure if he could hold off much longer. He saw her eyes begin to flutter shut as the gap between them closed. Her sweet, minty breath swirled in front of his lips, he could almost taste it. And then a loud knock on the door echoed around his office.

Y/N flew against the wall while Harry awkwardly knocked his elbow against the back filing cabinet just as Jesse haughtily belted into the room. Her wide smile slowly screwed up into trepidation at the awkward tension that filled the room as the professor and singer avoided eye contact with each other.

“Jesse!” Harry quickly spoke, “What can I help you with?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you’d be finished. I just had a few questions about the essay, but I can just email you.”

“No, no, it’s fine, come in. Y/N was just on her way out.”

“Okay, cool,” Jesse smiled, stepping in further and placing her things on the chair opposite his desk.

Harry watched as the two girls exchanged friendly smiles, but he could see the slight embarrassment behind Y/N’s as she made her way towards the door.

“Don’t forget about this weekend!” Jesse called out after her, “I’ve never seen Mark so excited for a party before.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Y/N faked a laugh, sharing one last concerned look with Harry before closing the door behind her on the way out.

All week he found himself analyzing all of the occurrences that led up to him and Y/N almost kissing. He debated his sentiments, trying to logic every feeling of vulnerability and affection away with a simple explanation. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to pay attention to his work, constantly stumbling over his words of forgetting what he was talking about. When his class ended early on Friday afternoon and he sat in silence in his apartment, he stared at the blank television screen, contemplating whether or not he should take up her offer to attend her concert.

He paced the floor, opened and closed the fridge, tried to scroll through his social media apps, or read a book, anything to keep her mind off of her. He picked his phone up and stared at the home screen for a few minutes, constantly unlocking it when it got dark. With a final sigh, he opened it once more and dialed a number, putting it up to her ear.

“Hello, ya nimrod. What’s going on?” He heard his sister’s voice ring through the other end.

“How do you feel about going to a Y/N Y/L/N concert tonight?”

“You serious? Tonight? Bloody hell, yeah, I’ll go!”

“I’ll pick you up in two hours.”

Time only seemed to drag for Harry, left with nothing but his thoughts. It was enough time to go back and forth on whether or not he was making the right decision. Ultimately, he decided to go. He had already invited Gemma and he would feel guilty for bailing after getting her hopes up.

The sun was beginning to set and Gemma was singing loudly to Y/N’s lyrics in the passenger seat beside him. His palms were sweaty, gripped tight against the steering wheel. As the song ended, Gemma turned the volume down and turned to her younger brother.

“How did you get Y/N Y/L/N tickets, anyway? I didn’t know you listened to her like that.”

“I don’t, really. I mean, I’ve heard a few songs. But she’s my student and invited us to come.”

“She’s your student?” Gemma laughed, amused, “Cut the shit, Harry. How? Did you win them on the radio or something?”

“I’m serious. She’s taking my class.”

“What?” Gemma gasped, “And you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think to.”

“You didn’t think to tell me that one of my favorite singers is a student of yours?” Gemma clarified. Eyebrows furrowed, she sat back and huffed, “Some brother you are.”

“Hey, now! I’m bringing you to her concert, aren’t I?”

The walk up to the ticket booth was one of the most humiliating things he had ever experienced as he uncomfortably explained who he was and that he was invited by the singer, herself. It took two people and a member of her staff to vouch for him before he and his sister were escorted through the venue and entered the pain event area through a private entrance that led them towards a VIP barricade towards the front of the stage. Thousands of screaming fans surrounded them, and Gemma looked around, shocked at the scene.

“This is insane!” Gemma shouted in his ear, bouncing on the balls of her toes.

Harry had to admit, it was pretty cool to see all of these people here for Y/N. He felt a sort of pride for her that he wasn’t quite expecting. And it didn’t take long for the lights to dim and the music to start.

He heard her before he saw her, and he felt his heart start to race again. He tried to play it off by the screams and the thumping bass, but when she finally came into view, he felt like he had been bolted to the floor, unable to move or talk or even smile. He was just stunned. Seeing her on stage was surreal. He knew of her, first, but it was hard for him to dissociate ‘student’ Y/N from ‘famous’ Y/N.

When they caught eyes and she realized he had come, a smile stretched across her face behind the microphone. He couldn’t help but mirror her, his shoulders relaxing as he managed a gentle wave. She walked closer to them on the stage, singing down at them, and he could hear his sister repeating ‘Oh my god, oh my god’ beside him as Y/N waved back in their direction.

Y/N was talented, there was no denying it. And the way that she interacted with her fans, you could tell that she was grateful for every second of it. It was touching. She was knocking down his assumptions about her little bit by little bit. He always thought that she’d be a spoiled, ungrateful celebrity, but that seemed to be completely false.

By the end of the concert, he had eased up and began to jump around, goofily, with his sister while Y/N watched, dancing around on stage, laughing and singing. Finally, the burly manager he had seen on the first day of their meeting with the Dean had approached him and his sister, informing them that they were invited backstage and to follow him.

His nerves began to rise in his chest again as they wove down several corridors until eventually, they stood before a door with Y/N’s name taped on it. The manager knocked loudly and waited a moment before they heard her voice on the other side call out, “Come in!”

With a turn of the knob, Y/N was now seen. She was in a new, more casual change of clothes and her hair was now up, but with visible beads of sweat lining her forehead and neck, she took a long swig of water.

“Hi!” she called, capping her drink and beckoning the two in, “Come in, come in! I’m so glad you came!”

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you,” Gemma tip-toed closer to her, smiling coyly as the door was closed behind them.

“It’s nice to meet you, too!” Y/N grinned, giving Gemma a much-wanted hug, “Please tell me you’re Harry’s sister.”

“Yes, I’m Gemma, his older sister.”

“Oh, thank god. I was worried he’d bring a date,” Y/N said, boldly, “He’s been playing hard-to-get.”

“You’re interested in my brother?” Gemma asked, astounded, “You’re way out of his league.”

Harry’s mouth fell open as Y/N laughed, “Yeah, and you’d think that’d be enough for him, wouldn’t you? But apparently he’s got standards,” she hyperbolized, rolling her eyes.

For an hour, Harry watched and laughed as Y/N and his sister talked and got to know each other more. They made jokes at his expense, and exchanged stories from their childhoods, shocked by how similar they seemed.

“You grew up around here, right?” Gemma asked the singer, taking a sip from her second beer of the night.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, about fifteen minutes from here.” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, knowing the only residential area in a fifteen-mile radius wasn’t exactly known to be the best neighborhood. Y/N seemed to gather his thoughts, further explaining, “It wasn’t always easy. My siblings and I were cramped in a two bedroom apartment and we didn’t have our own phones until well into our teens. I missed out on a lot growing up, but my parents did their best. We had everything we needed. I was lucky to be able to get all this and get them out of that apartment. My parents deserved a big house and a yard. I owed them that much.”

“How did you do it? How did you get to this point?” Harry asked, astounded.

Y/N shrugged, “Right place, right time. I was found singing at the mall for a small gig at a Christmas event. The rest is hard work and history.”

Harry shook his head, speechless. He felt guilty for passing judgment on her before, assuming that it was all handed to her and that she had got her start because of her parents' connections. She was self-made, smart, and deserving of every bit of success that came her way.

After one more round of beers, it was getting time for them to leave. Harry could see the excitement in her sister’s eyes start to be replaced by fatigue, and as much as he wanted to stay and talk some more, he knew he had to get a jump start on grading papers.

He set his empty bottle of beer down and Y/N frowned, “Time to go?”

“Yeah, should probably head out,” Harry nodded, pausing for a moment and taking in the frown on her face. He didn’t have time to think before he blurted out, “Want to join us for the ride?”

Her eyebrows raised and her lips twitched up into a smile, “Yeah, sure.”

Gemma let Y/N take the passenger seat and Harry felt tense as he drove, hand shifting the gears right beside her leg. He smiled every time he heard her laugh, though he couldn’t quite pay attention to what the girls were talking about. He was able to gather that they exchanged phone numbers before he reached Gemma’s house. His sister gave them both kisses on the cheek before bounding up the steps to her home.

The silence was deafening and Harry was certain she could hear him gulp as he turned to her and asked, “Where to?”

He knew what she was going to say. He didn’t need to ask. But to hear it come out of her mouth was something almost too much to handle, “Your place.”

He reversed out of the driveway, barely croaking out, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?” she asked, turning towards him.

“You’re still my student.”

“So? We can just talk.”

Harry turned and looked at her, giving her a knowing look, “You know it’s not to just talk.”

“Why can’t it be? You don’t have any self-restraint? Is it because you like me?”

Harry felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he fumbled out a, “No.”

“Well then, what’s the problem?”

“......Fine.”

There wasn’t another word uttered for the rest of the journey to his place and he began to overthink. Was his apartment clean? Had he done the dishes? How messy was his room? Did it smell? He knew he should have gotten that diffuser from the store last week.

His nerves rose as he led her up to his apartment complex, pushing the door open and flicking on the lights, breathing a sigh of relief to see that it was, for the most part, fairly tidy. Y/N walked past him, scanning the scene, and as he locked the door he also held his breath, waiting for her to say something.

“Nice view,” she noted, briefly looking out of the window before turning to face him.

He tossed his keys on the entry table and motioned towards the kitchen to his left, “Drink?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Tea? Coffee? Water?”

“Water’s fine,” she said, making her way towards his living room.

He took the moment to catch his breath, trying to regain control of his thoughts before joining Y/N on his couch, handing her the drink. They both took a swig and he felt her eyes bearing holes into him, again.

When he set his drink down, he turned to her, “You’re very intense, you know.”

She smirked, leaning into the couch some more, “Yeah. I just know what I want.”

“And what’s that.”

“You.”

The immediate response caught him off-guard, but he wasn’t surprised by the answer. At this point, he knew exactly what she wanted, and was only feeding his ego more. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued by her and hadn’t thought about the same, but a part of him liked the chase.

He chuckled, sitting back, “You’re my student.”

She moved closer to him, more energetic this time, “I just happen to be into Musical Theory, that’s all.”

“You’re still my student,” he grinned, amused, patting her leg.

“So, what if I drop out? Would that change anything?”

Harry’s grin faded and his hand stayed where it was, resting on her thigh. He stared into her shining eyes again, seeing the seriousness behind them, and he froze, unsure of what to say. Would it change anything if she dropped out of his class? He wasn’t sure it would even need to come to that if she kept looking at him like that any longer.

His eyes flickered from her eyes, to her lips, and back up to her eyes as she waited for a response. He debated whether or not to just give in and kiss her right there. She wanted it, he wanted it, why keep fighting it? There weren’t any rules against relationships with students at his University, not like they’d even fight him on this one; they’re the ones that basically told him to give her everything she wanted.

But when he didn’t respond, Y/N pulled back away. He slumped, kicking himself for not pulling a move sooner. And after a moment of silence, she asked, “Hey, is it okay if I use your shower, real quick? I’m still sweaty from the show and I feel gross. I can take an uber home afterward.”

A million thoughts ran through his mind. Was that a move? Or an invite? Should he ask to join her? Why did she have to leave? He could drive her home, she didn’t need to take an Uber. But the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “Uh, yeah, sure.”

He showed her to the bathroom and went to grab her a towel from the linen closet as she adjusted the knobs and stuck her hand under the flow of water, gauging the temperature. By the time he got back in, she seemed happy with the warmth of the flow and took her hair out of its bun, placing the hair tie on the edge of his sink. He hung the grey towel on the rack beside the shower.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he muttered.

She smiled, “Thanks,” and before he was fully out of the room, she began to pull at the ends of her shirt. Quickly, he scurried out of the bathroom and closed the door to give her privacy.

Once out, his hands shot up to his forehead and he crouched, mumbling to himself a frustrated, “Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you? Idiot!”

He sat impatiently on his couch, waiting for her to finish. When he heard the screech of the knobs turning and the pressure from the water fade, he shifted his position and quickly forced his attention elsewhere, trying to act casual. But when he heard the creak of the door opening, he turned his attention to see Y/N standing in the doorway, bathroom light glowing behind her, hair rang out and damp, clutching the towel around her body.

His eyes widened a bit as she spoke, “Do you have clothes I can borrow? Mine are still covered in sweat.”

“Uh, yeah, probably. In my room,” he stammered, getting to his feet and leading the way to his bedroom.

She followed, her feet lightly padding the wood floors. He felt almost embarrassed to have her in his bedroom. He wasn’t sure why, it’s not like it was dirty and he didn’t have anything oddities displayed, still, it was an intimate space, and to have her there felt personal.

He opened the bottom drawer of his dresser where he kept his pajamas and motioned towards it, standing up straight, “You can borrow anything from here.”

She bent down in front of him to rummage through, giving him a better look at her back. It looked clean, soft, and supple as droplets of water still lined her back and dripped from the ends of her hair, getting absorbed by the thin white towel she had wrapped around her. When she stood up, he took a step back and she turned, holding one of his oversized white t-shirts and a pair of his plaid pajama pants.

He stood there, unable to move as she stared at him, raising an eyebrow. And still, as she tossed the clothes on the bed behind him, he found himself, once again, rooted to the spot. A smirk started to form on her face and her voice was soft and playful as she spoke.

“How’s that self-restraint going?” she teased.

He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just looked at her. And when her playful smile began to shift into something more alluring, he held his breath, watching as she untucked the towel around her chest and let it fall to the ground. His eyes instantly dropped to her exposed chest and he felt his heartbeat pounding rapidly in his chest as she stepped closer to him, barely twelve inches, refusing to take her eyes off of his.

“I know you want to,” she whispered, stroking his arms before taking hold of his hands, lifting them and placing them on her chest, “Touch me.”

He felt his erection becoming uncomfortable as he ran out of room in his pants for growth, massaging her chest. His attention roamed back up, locking eyes with her again. There was no stopping it.

************************************************** In a bout of passion, they threw themselves at each other, hungrily attaching their lips to one another, tongues circling and roaming the other’s mouth. Y/N tore fabric after fabric off of him as they spun, grabbing at each other roughly and without deliberation. Soon, they were both naked and knocking into walls and tripping over clothes.

Harry pushed her up against the dresser as she grabbed hold of his dick, pumping her hands up and down his shaft as he moaned into her mouth.

“Does that feel good, Professor?” she bit his lip with a smile.

“Ungh,” he grunted, pulling away. He spun her around so that her back was to his chest, and forced her down to bend over his dresser, propping one of her legs up on the top of it before he got to his knees, burying his face in her muff.

She cried out, “Yes! Teach me, Professor!”

He flicked his tongue inside of her, lapping up all of her juices while he rubbed himself. He could have kept going for hours, but he could feel her legs start to tremble. When he stood up, he slapped his cock on her ass a couple of times, swiping his tip against her entrance enough to get it lubricated before slipping right into her.

Y/N threw her head back, breathing, “Oh my god, you feel so good, Harry.”

He wrapped an arm around her neck while his other hand clasped over her mouth as he grunted, “Professor Styles,” before sucking on her shoulder blade.

When he loosened his hand from her mouth to take hold of her hip, she whined, “I’m so sorry, Professor Styles. I’m not always bad.”

“No, Y/N,” he pulled out of her, spinning her to face him, tempting her as he walked backwards towards his bed, “You’re my good girl.”

The back of his legs hit his bed and he scooched himself back, letting her climb over top of him, straddling his hips. She bent down, biting his lip again as she lowered herself onto him, gasping as her cunt swallowed him up.

She leaned back, letting him get a better look at her, breasts jumping up and down along with her. He ran a hand from her cleavage down to her navel, grazing her soft skin and watching as her mouth formed an ‘o’, scrunching up her eyebrows in pleasure as she called out his name.

“That’s a good girl,” he breathed, an arm behind his head as he watched, “Make me cum.”

She rode him faster, breathing heavier as he continued to grunt, propping himself up now and suckling on her skin. Her breaths became more shallow and her movements more rigid as she wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing herself onto him even harder. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her down onto him, even more, to go deeper. He could feel her throbbing around him, which only made him more aroused.

“Good girl, Y/N,” he breathed, “Cum on my dick.”

She buried her face into the crook of his neck, and with three more pumps she let out a scream as she said, “Pro-fessor Styles!”

He smirked, quickly flipping her on her back and pumping harder and faster into her as her legs wrapped around his waist. She panted, squeaking as he grunted into her. He looked into her eyes which were full of lust as she stared back into him and he could feel himself start to build up. Even faster now, knowing he was about to finish, he smashed his lips down on her quickly before pulling out and squirting his jizz on her stomach, letting her rub out every last drop.

*******************************************

He collapsed on the bed beside her as they panted, trying to catch their breath before he got the strength to reach down and grab his shirt for them to clean up the mess.

When he turned to face her, she smirked, “Do I need to drop your class? Or can we fuck in your office next time?”

He let out a breathy laugh and mumbled, “That depends. Are you going to the party with Mark tomorrow?”

“Do you want me to?” she retorted.

With a deep breath, Harry shimmied closer to her, nuzzling his head into her chest which made her wrap her arms around him, running her fingers through her hair as he whimpered, “No.”

She laughed, kissing his curly brown locks, “Told you I’d make you fall in love with me.”

------------------------------------

Taglist:

@odetostep @mylittleangel9403 @thurhomish @fallingfordolans @gwenlovesharrystyles , @harryswinterberries, @gucciboots, @golden-grande, @ilovedogs1989 @f4llingfairy

#Harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #Professor! Harry #Harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fanfiction #one direction #one direction imagine #one direction smut

634 notes · View notes

enha-woodzies · 4 years

Text

➸ CHAPTER 3 | " A NIGHT TO REENVISION "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 2.4k

taglist: @serendipitysung (beta reader), @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @fluffi @gyeraniee

[ PREV. CHAPTER ] | [ M. LIST ] | [ NEXT CHAPTER ]

“Welcome! Welcome, dearlings, to the most awaited social event of the season! Behold, the Queen’s Court! The ever famous abode of our dearly beloved Queen, and home to all the grande festivities of the ton!

From the most stunning exteriors basking under the magnificent moonlit night, to the mornings of bliss overlooking the entirety of Northumberland, comes the imperial garden acclaimed for hosting luncheons and occasional fancy picnics for the ton’s paramount roster of elites.

A few walks from the garden and you’ll witness the magnificent gazebos on the Swan’s Lake that won’t be denied of such praise. Known to and open for everyone's appeasements, as the Queen herself generously gave the citizens the free will and spot to frolic about whenever they desire. These carefully embellished gazebos are not just eye-candy for most, but also a cradle of the ton’s banal scandals.

Ooh, you’ve read it right, dear. Scandals. Hmm, juicy ones at that. It’s like digging up a rare find or getting a taste of that incomparable tea after a long, jaded day; that is how clandestine scandals feel like after being unmasked to the invasive and ever attentive ton.

So, once again, may I remind you that such secrecies and mischiefs will be unearthed soon after every controversial social event. Keep your corsets steady and your boots firm for not one, but several shenanigans that will happen tonight, so much that you might barely take another breath of relief. As the day falls and the anticipated night comes, beware and be aware.

This has been the Daily Tattle, flipping the pen to rest for a one-night breather on the royal court. I will leave the rest up to you.”

Sparkling, multi-layered chandeliers hang above the finest dressed attendees of the ton. With cascading tiers of crystals shimmering against the royal walls, one would wonder if it's the mounted light fixture or the magnificent ladies strutting through the foyers.

To their right, lies a raised platform with Northumberland’s exquisite septet orchestra, and to their left, wide terraces situated two meters away from each other with a scenic view of the Queen’s bountiful, maze-like garden, huddles up the lords and ladies for a breath of fresh night’s air with glasses of champagnes in hand.

Butlers in their uptight wardrobe stand against huge pillars at every possible arched entrances surrounding the royal court, as the Queen’s top cooks attend to the abundant feast that's splendidly sprawled on the lengthy table at the end corner of the hall.

Most of the ton’s eligibles have been exchanging glances and boasting off impressive accomplishments along every corner of the room, and some were already taking the honors by dancing across the thickly, carpeted floor.

With all his might and family’s pride, Lord Jay, first-born of the Park Family, leads his clan to the hall with his elegant and stunning treasure of a sister in hand as Lord Niki has their fine-aged mother on his.

“Ah! Emily, darling, finally! So great to see you tonight!” Lady Yang quickly turned her head to their direction before slowly rushing to Lady Park’s side. “Your sons are ravishing as always, dear.” said Lady Park as she gives each gentleman an acknowledging nod.

“My, my! If it isn't the jewel of the elites. Miss Y/n, dear, you look very gorgeous. Adorned in all these lovely things, you'll surely go home tonight without missing out a single lord in sight.”

“That is, if they're a suitable match for my sister, Lady Yang.” Jay butts in with a chuckle while tapping his sister’s hand that's tightly gripping his arm.

“You don't say.” Lady Yang smirks to the man before peering over her shoulder to catch her son’s attention. “Jungwon, dear, why don't you and Miss Y/n make use of your time on the dance floor, hm? I'm actually quite parched. Lord Jay, would you do me the honor?”

Jay reluctantly obliged, as if he had any other choices for that matter. He let go of his sister and tended to Lady Yang’s request with a heavy heart.

The two clans disperse to keep themselves entertained as they have such a long night ahead of them. Niki and Daniel walk towards one of the terraces to chatter over what other sports they shall try soon, while Sunoo immediately gasps at the sight of the banquet on the corner end of the room, quickening his paces with exhilaration plastered on his face.

He peers over his shoulders, checking any threat in sight. No one wants to have their reputation sabotaged in the Daily Tattle after all, especially on a special evening. “Care to have a taste of our delicious cakes, young lord?” Sunoo bit his bottom lip with his eyes fixed on the several cakes offered in front of him. He clears his throat in a noble manner while swiftly pulling the ends of his velvety vest. “One tiny plate will do, please.” He smiles awkwardly to the cook before taking a dreamy bite on the fluffy two-layered vanilla cake.

Whereas, the two eligibles are buying themselves some time before finally having a worthwhile exchange. The lavishly looking gentleman gently bowed affront the gorgeous lady before him, handing over his open palm for consent. “May I?” Y/n stifles a giggle hoping her cheeks won't flush while in the presence of her cherished lord.

She looks at his eyes for a moment, searching for a glimmer of light, something from this night to keep for her mind’s bliss. “Miss Park?” Jungwon clears his throat. “Oh! Forgive me. I thought there was something in your eyes.” She chuckles lightly.

But Jungwon, being the ever so oblivious lad, blinks his eyes repeatedly in wonder. “Really? What do you suppose it was?” Y/n gulps down. “M… me-” She mutters under her breath but the young lad’s attention quickly shifts to another gentleman, walking his way towards the two. Y/n huffs out a sigh of relief with the comforting thought that Jungwon didn't probably heard what she mumbled.

“Lord Yang, Miss Park, a pleasant evening. Allow me to introduce myself.” Jungwon steps a few inches away from Y/n as his eyes jump from the man, to the lady in confusion.

“Lord Lee. Simply known by the ton as Lord Heeseung. Please, if you must, be my muse on the dance floor, Miss Park.” Y/n looks at Jungwon in slight worry, but the latter looks away, seemingly unbothered by the sudden intrusion.

“I… I suppose I must.” She slips her hand on the newly arrived gent’s with her gaze trailing off from the love of her life.

“I suppose I should take a gander on the uh… terrace.” Jungwon's lips curve into a small smile and though his dimples are evident, they didn't appear too transparent for Y/n's liking.

“My lady, allow me to uplift your night with my presence.” Heeseung bows to the beautiful miss before taking her hand to intertwine it with his.

To the crowd, it would seem like they were both sharing endearing looks as the lord himself was a known charmer, but on the young miss’ end, she was rather staring at his eyes imagining what it would feel like if it was Jungwon’s dreamy pair she was drowning herself into.

Y/n never muttered a single word to the charming lord. Despite his subtle boast about his indisputable achievements in the high society, Y/n just gracefully went with the flow and would let out amused chuckles here and there for the sake of being polite.

“Lord Lee.” Jay, in his most serious tone, approaches the two the instant the music came to an end.

“Ah! Lord Park. Such a pleasure to see you around. Your sister's very lovely.”

“Without a doubt. Now if you would give me the honor to dance with my sister, I would much highly appreciate the compliment.” Y/n furrows her eyebrows to her brother who just subtly scoot off the pretty lord with such dominance. Heeseung responds with an acknowledging nod, locking eyes with Jay, before handing Y/n’s hand to her almost domineering brother.

“For a moment there I thought you were being pompous again but on a positive note, I very much appreciated the save.” Y/n now has her hand tangled on her brother's arm while Jay caresses it with comfort.

“Not to worry, sister. I won't let you concern yourself with such men.”

“Such men? Confessedly, he's rather ravishing.”

“He’s rather chatty. The likes of him, tsk, tsk.” The two siblings walk around the massive court, eyeing noble lords in sight to keep the young miss heedful of her choices.

“Lord Heeseung, the ton's most favored bachelor and a very skilled gentleman.”

“Of what?” Y/n leans closer to her brother's shoulder.

“Of a lot of things. He’d actually make a fine husband, all good for properly leading a household.”

“But? Knowing you, brother, there's always a catch.”

“Do not concern yourself with him, sis.” Jay clicks his tongue.

“Care to tell me why? So far, he's the only man here whom you've extolled such virtues to me. I don't see anything wrong with him.”

“His secrets are darker than his smooth, charcoal locks. Trust me sister, such stories aren't for your ears. Let's just go after men that aren't too… known.”

“You're not making any sense at all, Jay.”

“What I'm trying to say, sister, is let us find you a man with humble roots and aspirations and the most necessary factor, a tad bit anonymous.”

“Well, I should find myself a farm boy then.”

“Good god, Y/n!” Jay hisses as he rolls his eyes. Y/n enjoys making fun of her brother. Knowing Jay’s temper, Niki and her would sometimes hide behind his bedroom door and play with the lights in his room to scare him off.

“You wouldn't want all of the ton's eyes on you now, would you? Tirelessly spying on your lives, even the tiniest details and flaws should go uncovered. The ton has a lot of matters to talk about already and making you an addition to their roster of hottest topics for gossip is no good for our family’s name." Jay whispers against Y/n’s ear. So much for handling his sister's affairs well, he couldn't handle his own temper the same way.

The two enter into a more secluded room, sufficiently away from the royal court and the people's intrusions, but giving the music enough room to enter. It was seemingly the Palace’s library, very much welcome to whomever likes to scan the lofty pages of the archaic, thickly covered books.

Jay gently removes his sister's hand on his arm. “It is my utmost duty and desire to chaperone you tonight, sister. But someone made an exclusive request to me and I very much trust them enough to uplift you for the remaining moments of the night.”

“Wait, why? Where are you off to?” Y/n looks at her brother in slight worry. “You know full well that I'm a man of my word. I gave away my consent to have you dance with this gentleman, and rest assured I will stay on the other side of this door for you.” Jay leans closer against his sister's ear. “You'll thank me later. Enjoy, sister.” And with that being said, Jay gently closes the door behind him, leaving Y/n in a room with nothing but lingering curiosity.

The room is a tad dim as the only sources of light present are the two chandeliers hanging against the ceiling, exuding a bright, orange glow and the few candelabras resting on each lengthy table.

Y/n gawks at the finest interiors and exquisite, Corinthian columns standing at every corner of the room. She happily twirls around the center of the floor when a sudden shuffling of fabric cuts in. She jerks her head to the culprit and is welcomed by a delightfully shocking sight near the open window on her right.

“My lord! Apologies.” Y/n gasps then curtsies before the man affront.

“My lady.” He retorts. The lass had to blink twice to confirm that what she just heard wasn't a mirage. “Forgive me for keeping the silence.”

“No, no! It's alright. I was just... surprised.” The lady lets out a chuckle. “What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for my turn.” Y/n furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “The dance? That charming lord out there surely knows his way with the ladies.” The two exchange giggles but is soon replaced by an awkward silence.

“May I?” Jungwon lets out his open palm to the lady. Although he was initially against the idea, it seemingly puzzles him that he had to ask Jay this particular favor among others.

Why did he do it? Probably to keep themselves hidden from the ton. But why would he hide? No one knows for now.

Y/n softly slips her flimsy fingers on the gent’s smooth palm as Jungwon takes his time to place his hand on the lady’s waist. With the wonderful tune echoing from the dance hall, the two gladly join the music with an alluring waltz.

Light exhales, and foreheads an inch away, Y/n could've sworn she muttered something about the lord’s lips as her eyes were locked upon them almost the entire time. Jungwon, on the other hand, would unconsciously bite his bottom lip here and there to stifle his shyness, making Y/n’s stomach implode in multiple fireworks and butterflies.

With the slow motion of their bodies, Jungwon's eyes trail off from the lady’s lips, to her beautiful hazel orbs that are shimmering, thanks to the chandelier’s reflection. He fixes his gaze upon her, and so does she. Looking intently, the gent almost feels like he's floating, figuratively and literally, on the mysterious, yet captivating abyss that are her eyes.

“They're beautiful.” He mutters under his breath. Y/n’s eyes lit up at the sudden statement. “Your eyes. Has anyone ever told you that they're beautiful?” The gentleman continues.

Y/n bit her bottom lip before whispering a response. “One that I can vividly remember,”

“I'm certain they know exactly what they're talking about.” Jungwon mutters softly. Their noses briefly touch each other and to her surprise, Jungwon doesn't even flinch. She thought it a way to continue, and she did.

“a little boy of ten named Yang Jungwon.”

*send me an ask or a message if you wish to be added on this series' taglist!

#enhypenwriters #enhypennetwork #of lords and mischiefs #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen fics #enhypen series #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen sunoo #iland daniel

99 notes · View notes

itsadamcole · 4 years

Text

all i want (for christmas) pt. 2

fem!reader x roderick strong

a month has passed since Christmas Eve. roderick had done everything he could to make up for leaving five months ago, including introducing her to his son. now it’s time for reader to make her decision with roddy

word count: 1.5k+

warnings: fluffy, kinda nsfw

— and here’s part two. i really liked this series and i’m proud of it. i hope y’all liked it too —

masterlist || part 1 || request an imagine here

***

It's been a month since Christmas Eve. It's now January 24th. Exactly a month since that night you stood outside with Roderick and told him you'd give him a chance to fix things between you and him.

He's done what he could. He's introduced you to Troy, who is the cutest thing ever.

The night that Roderick brought Troy back to the house, Troy spent the night in bed with you and Roderick. After Roderick put the presents under the tree, of course. Marina dropped them off at some point and hid them in the extra bedroom.

Troy woke up the next morning, excited to get presents. You smiled as Roderick helped unwrap presents with his son. Roderick smiled as you helped Troy unwrap a few as well.

After Christmas, Troy asked you to play with him and his new toys. You happily accepted and you spent hours playing with his toys. Roderick even joined in.

After two weeks with you and Roderick, Marina picked him up. Her and Roderick figured out a system in the four months you were apart from Roderick.

Roderick would get weekends and Wednesdays with Troy. Marina would drop him off Tuesday night and pick him up Thursday morning. The same thing would happen on the weekends. She'd drop Troy off Friday nights but pick him up Sunday nights.

It's a Monday when you wake up on January 24th. No Troy today. You told yourself that you'd give yourself one month to figure out if Roddy had done enough to fix things with you. Today was one month.

Carefully, not to wake Roderick, you slip out of bed and walk downstairs to make coffee. You pour yourself a cup and sit on the couch with it. You sit curled up as you sip off your coffee.

Roddy has certainly tried his best to make up for walking out instead of staying and talking. He's apologized several times, he's made sure you spent time with Troy, and he's made sure that you've properly met Marina. Marina even backed up Roddy's story about how it's been over since they decided to split two years ago.

You've even made the point to show that you fully trust Roddy in case he still had any doubts in his mind that you didn't trust him.

Things seemed to slowly be falling back into place with you and Roderick, but now there was a three-year-old involved in the relationship and you don't know how to handle a three-year-old. Especially a three-year-old that wasn't yours.

Sighing, you take a sip of your coffee as you hear footsteps coming down the steps. You look back over the back of the couch to see Roddy in his Undisputed Era t-shirt and pajama pants.

This is a sight you love and wish you could see every morning.

The messy hair, the sleepy eyes. Roddy makes the just waking up appearance look good.

"Good morning," Roderick says. "Where's the coffee?"

You smile and say, "The kitchen. It should still be warm. I just made some."

He nods and shuffles to the kitchen. You giggle and get up, walking into the kitchen. You put your cup down on the counter beside Roddy and wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

While you've never officially gotten back together in the past month, you've still hugged him like this and cuddled him. Roddy promised he wouldn't kiss you until you made your decision or until the two of you talked about starting the relationship again.

Roddy sips his coffee and says, "Now it's a good morning." You smile and look up at him.

"Seeing me didn't make your morning good?" you ask, teasing him. "Ouch. That stings."

He laughs and takes another sip before he turns in your arms, putting his coffee on the counter next to yours. "I wasn't fully awake but now that I've had my coffee, I'm fully awake, and now that I've seen you, my morning is perfect."

You giggle again as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. Normally this is when you'd kiss him good morning.

"So," you say. "I've been thinking while I've been drinking my coffee."

Roddy says, "Uh oh. I hope you were thinking about something good."

You smile and say, "I have been. I've been thinking about us and how you've done what you could to make up everything."

He looks down at you and asks, "And?"

You sigh and say, "And I'm terrified to be a part time parents to Troy but I want to try again at the relationship thing."

Roderick smiles and says, "So I've made it up to you."

Nodding, you say, "You have, but is Troy okay with having me as a part time parent?"

"Troy loves you," Roddy says. "When I took him out to get McDonald's the other day, he was saying how much fun he has with you when you play with his toys with him. I asked him what he thought about you being his stepmom and he said that he was happy. He thought you were going to be a mean stepmom like in Disney movies but he thinks you're nice."

You smile as Roderick talks about what Troy was saying. All your fears begin to wash away as Roddy talks.

Once Roderick's done talking, you say, "I'm glad that's what Troy thinks. What do you think about me being a part time parents to your son?"

Roddy says, "You're a natural when it comes to Troy considering I just sprung him onto you. Um, I can see us maybe having our own baby one day and giving Troy a brother or sister. I thought about us becoming a family. I only saw you when I thought about having a family with someone else."

You stare up at Roddy and say, "So let's start a family one day. I'm not saying let's go get me pregnant right now but let's do the relationship thing again."

Roderick asks, "Are you completely sure? Because this time I'm not walking away and you're not leaving because I don't let you."

Giggling, you say, "I'm sure. One hundred percent su-"

Before you can finish the sentences, Roddy's lips crash to yours. You gasp lightly into the kiss but immediately kiss him back.

This feels good. It feels good to kiss Roddy after five months without kissing him when you used to do this everyday. You've missed the feeling of Roderick's lips on yours.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to intensify. Both your tongues are in each other's mouths. After a few minutes of standing in the kitchen, you take Roderick's hands and walk backward toward the living room. Roddy happily follows you. The kiss doesn't break as the two of you stumble to the couch.

The only time the kiss breaks is when you push Roddy gently onto the couch. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your lips quickly connect to his again, like a magnet. Your lips move quickly and roughly against Roddy's. Roddy's kisses are full of hunger, and so are yours.

You've wanted this for months. Especially the past month. Now that it's happening, you're hungry for more.

Subconsciously, you start to grind against Roderick. Your clothes core rubbing against his crotch area. Moans escape both your lips and Roddy's as you move your hips. His hands rise a bit so they're resting on the sides of your breasts before moving to your back.

Roderick pulls back from the kiss and says, slightly out of breath, "We better stop before it goes any further. Let's not rush this, Y/N."

You nod, agreeing with him. "I agree with that," you say. "How about an all day movie marathon and cuddles?"

He smiles and says, "I can agree to that."

You go get snacks while Roddy puts on Disney Plus. You put all the snacks on the coffee table in front of the couch before you crawl over Roddy so you're laying been Roderick and the back of the couch. Your leg is thrown over his waist and your head on his chest.

As you watch Cinderella, you lay cuddled up to Roddy. Occasionally you'll leave a soft kiss to his chest and he'll kiss your forehead or the top of your head instead.

Because you can't reach the snacks, Roddy grabs you what you want. Sometimes he pull it back so you have to fight for your snack. You'll give him puppy eyes and he'll give in, giving you the snack.

You smile as you lay with Roddy on the couch. You're happier than you have been in the past few months. You have the man you love back in your life and everything seems to be going well.

"Roddy?" you say, catching his attention.

He looks down at you and asks, "What's up?"

You peck his lips before you say, "I love you."

Roderick smiles and pecks your lips in return before he says, "And I love you, Y/N."

#roderick strong imagine #roderick strong fluff #wrestling imagine #wrestling fluff #wwe imagine #wwe fluff #imagines #imagine #fluff #christmas imagine #fluffmas

25 notes · View notes

linderu · 7 years

Note

Hi! About prompts! What about Lindel and...I don't know maybe Adolf? (ship or brotp, both are fine to me) And how they celebrate Yule? Thank you in advance.

characters: lindel, adolfseries: mahoutsukai no yomeword count: 1514ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13179735requests: open!!

“You… want me to celebrate Yule with you?”

Before Adolf stood Merituuli, his old master’s selkie familiar.She held up a mirror, and within, the warden’s face was reflected.

“Won’t you?” A serene smile played on Lindel’s lips. “TheCollege is giving you time off for the holidays, no? It wouldn’t hurt to pay mea visit.”

“Well, that’s true, but… I wouldn’t be in your way?”

“Not at all. In fact, you could help me ward! I’ll be needingan extra pair of hands to help me gather mistletoe from the trees. I wasthinking of hanging some linden this year, too, in honor of Nevin’s passing.And I’m sure the dragons would enjoy visiting with another human who isn’t me,for a change.”

Filled with relief, Adolf let out a small sigh. To besurrounded by such powerful magi and alchemists every day, when he himself nolonger had the innate ability to practice magic… everyone was incredibly patientwith him. His old master, especially— the scene with his younger self, fallento his knees before Lindel, never ceased to haunt him. If he could be of someuse, then…

“Well, I hope you’ll at least allow me some time to find apresent for you, first.”

“Oh, let me help you with that!”Merituuli piped up excitedly. “I wanna find him one, too!”

As soon as Adolf landed, a saw was placed in his arms. He wasto climb the nearest oak and cut down mistletoe for Lindel to catch. This was areoccurring theme for the warden— passing the dirty work onto his apprentices.At one point in time, he might have been exasperated, but as of now, he onlyfelt nostalgic.

“Yes, tie it up like that. You remember well.”

“The magi of the College celebrate Yule, too. It gets alittle lonesome around this time of year, as all the students have gone home,so sometimes I help with the decorations.” Adolf finished tying the last of themistletoe together with branches of spruce, yew, and linden, to create a greenwreath. Soon, it would be hung over the entrance way to Lindel’s tent as a ward.

“When night falls, we’ll also be burning a Yule log.” Hemust have given off a scary look, because Lindel began to laugh, and continuedwith, “Ahaha! Don’t make such a face. It’s already been cut.”

“I was about to say. Please don’t scare me like that. I canhandle cutting down mistletoe just fine—it’s light! But preparing an entirelog?”

“You’ll be rewarded for your hard work, Adolf. Don’t worry.If the weather permits it, I’ll have the chance to show you something specialtonight.”

“Special…?” A flower viewing, perhaps. Lindel was well knownfor his songs, which sprouted hundreds of flowers from the ground in a vivid,enthralling display. Adolf looked to the snow beneath his boots with a frown. Therewas just one problem.

“Yes, it’s exactly as you’re thinking.”

“But… how will that work? Even if it doesn’t snow, there’sstill layers and layers of it covering the ground. It was a miracle the oakshad mistletoe left to gather.”

There was something soft in his old master’s expressionAdolf couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t disappointment—he was always checking fordisappointment, and would have noticed it in a heartbeat. No, Lindel’s gaze wasomniscient, unyielding, mysterious; over the several millennia the man had lived,he had come to master the poker face of wisdom. There was something on his mindhe wasn’t telling him.

“When a will exists, it finds a way to accomplish what itmust. Have you noticed it before, Adolf? How the smallest and weakest of weedsbreak through concrete, through the sturdy beds of stone, as they reach for theskies?”

Adolf gave a nod. Plants breaking through pavement was oftenused as a metaphor for strong wills. They taught that sort of mentality totheir students at the College, as a form of self-motivation.

“If flowers can overcome even the toughest of stones, whywould a little snow stop them from coming out for us tonight? Well, watch, andsee for yourself.”

From a scientific viewpoint, itdidn’t make any sense. That was the difference between magic and alchemy,however. Magic was intended to work miracles like this. Adolf didn’t say anythingin reply, as he was too busy searching for the hidden meaning behind Lindel’swords.

The Yule log was lit, and the moon was bright. Conditionswere set, and, it seemed, Lindel was intent on carrying his plans through. Alongwith the dragons, fae were already beginning to gather for the first night ofYule, which would last for twelve days altogether.

“We have quite the audience, don’t we?”

“Are you really about to do this, Lindel?”

“I am. Ah, also, I’d like you to hold something for me— youcan do that, right?”

“Hold something…?”

“Why, yes. It’s your Christmas present.” Lindel presented tohim a handful of flower seeds, which he poured into Adolf’s cupped hands with asmirk. “Move them to one hand, so you can hold mine. And, when I give a signal,I want you to let go of my hand. Okay? You’ll cup those seeds again, and gentlyblow into them.”

What was the purpose of this exercise, he wondered? Nonetheless,he listened. Lindel’s hand slid into place with his, and they stepped outsideof the tent into the cold.

Merituuli began pounding her drum, and at once, lightsdanced across the snow. The surrounding area was filled with a soft, resoundingglow, which grew stronger and stronger with each passing second, until Lindelopened his mouth to sing, and it reached equilibrium.

It was exactly as Adolf remembered— like the stars had fallenjust to listen to the sound of his master’s voice. They filled his vision, and,amid his awe, his hand tightened around the warden’s. Some of the light collectedtogether, and elves sprung forth from it, as if appearing from thin air. One byone, flowers burst out of the snow, dotting the hills of the valley near andfar with colorful blossoms.

This… was the power of magic. Raw, genuine magic, whichcalled on nature, only for nature to give its own call back in response. Itwasn’t an act. It wasn’t conjured from nothing. It was a relationship between amagus and their surroundings.

It was something Adolf would never be able to have.

Before such negative thoughts could consume him, Lindel pulledhim back to reality by squeezing his hand. Was that the cue? At once, he letgo, and, doing as he was told, brought his hands together again. Gently blowingon the seeds in his hand, which were otherwise unmoving, he wondered what wouldhappen.

Suddenly, a sprite appeared beside him. “Ooh, are you tryingto make them blossom? I’ll help!”

What? Help?

His hands began to glow, and one by one, the seeds grew intosmall flowers with a ‘pop!’ It wasn’t long until he held a small, messy bunchof them. Was this… was this Lindel’s doing? When he glanced over to the warden,he was met with a knowing smirk. His song carried on in the background, repeatingas the sound ricocheted through the valley, as the fae, dragons, and elvesdanced together amid the snow and flowers.

“What did you do?”

“That wasn’t me, Adolf. This was your doing. When you askfor help from those around you, you’ll typically receive an answer— and that’swhat you did. You borrowed the magic from me, and asked the sprite to help yougrow those flowers.”

Speechless, tears welled within his eyes. It wasn’t like himto cry so readily… but becoming a magus had been a lifelong dream for him,crushed in his younger days when he was unable to help his master. Had Lindelknown this entire time? Had he sensed his insecurities?

“You blame yourself and worry over things that aren’t yourfault. Adolf, you’re not as weak as you perceive yourself to be. We talkedabout this, didn’t we? How even the weakest of plants can break through the concreteto bask in the light of the sun.”

It began to dawn on Adolf—the purpose to him spending thisyear’s Yule with Lindel. Despite no longer working under him as his apprentice,somehow, he was still allowed to learn from the warden, and witness the smallmiracles his magic brought to the world.

He wasn’t a failure. What had happened in the past wasn’this fault. That was what Lindel was trying to tell him.

“Ah, you’ve realized. Shall we eat dinner, then?” With a patto Adolf’s head, Lindel turned back towards the tent, leaving him there, immobilized,with his mouth agape and tears freely flowing down his cheeks. “After all,there are still eleven more days of Yule we must prepare for, child!”

“Yes— yes, Master!” Finding his voice, he scurried afterLindel into the warmth of the tent. Thankyou for believing in me.

#mahoutsukai no yome #ancient magus bride #lindel #mty #mtny #drabbles #thank you for requesting!! i had a lot of fun writing this #PLSSS send me more lindel prompts guys omg #coldie winter rose

12 notes · View notes

hsj-scenarios · 7 years

Note

LOL you guys make Ryosuke seem like such a perfect man. Good with girls and everything LOLOL so! I'm gonna be a joke and request a one shot or anything. With Ryosuke having a crush on the reader and being a nervous and clumsy prick about it lol. Don't get me wrong. I adore Ryosuke but 🤣 Sometimes I like to see him being a cute loser LOL mods~ お願いいたします！🤣🤣

( Note: Keito ghost wrote this request. – Mod L )

Today was the day.

The dressing room mirror illuminated the idol’s face as Ryosuke surveyed his own appearance, paying little attention to the stylist who had already currently been working on it. He had to look the best of the best today. No wrinkles in his clothing, no blemishes on his skin untouched by makeup, and certainly no flaws in his hair. Today, he wasn’t going to be working with just anyone on the drama that he was filming for. He was working with the object of his long standing crush.

You.

Though, actually, ‘working’ meant that by chance he was working with an actress; of whom you were the private assistant. Also, ‘today being the day’ honestly meant that today had to be the day that he needed to make a move – this being the last day of recording.

For five months, the time it took to record the series he had pined over you from afar. You were just too cute to avoid. The veteran actress you were working for, Ishihara Satomi, was a kind employer, though it was obvious you had been new – at least to working under such a celebrity. Your diligence in pleasing Satomi was endearing and cute, and Ryosuke was also able to first-handedly witness a sweet friendship budding between the two of you through the months.

If only life could go that well for him.

The best he could conjure up, socially wise, whenever he got close to you was a ‘hello’ and even then he was severely prone to stuttering. Actually, he was convinced that you thought he didn’t like you. It was too often he tried to hide his quickening heart beat and sweating palms around you, so he would put on a mask of indifference. Had he ever smiled at you? He couldn’t remember. Still, you would be nothing but smiles whenever he came your way.

That smile. That was the cause of his stuttering.

“Yamada-san?”

He could remember the first time he’d laid eyes on you now.

Knocking on Satomi’s dressing room door, he’d only meant to go over a few pages of the script. Not to catch a case of heart flutter at the pretty face that greeted him instead of the actress. The door opened and his heart nearly stopped, brows raising upwards.

“Uh…” Is Ishihara-san here? He’d meant to say.

Your own eyes went wide before putting on the brightest smile he’d ever seen. “Ah, you’re here for Ishihara-san. Am I right? Please, hold on.” You turned before he could say more, not that he could even have raised the gall.

“Uh…huh.” He dumbly managed to finished, script in his hands held tightly. His feet were practically glued to the floor, even when Satomi motioned for him to come in.

A perplexed look on her face, Satomi tried to urge him into the room once more. “Yamada-kun? Yamada-kun…?”

Nodding stiffly, he inched his way into the room. His head felt light and stomach weak, instantly regretting his decision to be a workaholic and want to know the lines more throughly. He should’ve just stuck it out on his own. “I-I apologize for intruding,” He apologized. “I’m just, uh, stuck on how my character is supposed to come off on this part and I,” Shit. Once again, he hesitated. Against his better judgement, his eyes kept trailing back to you as if you hadn’t already discarded the conversation and been preparing coffee for Satomi. “I wanted to ask your opinion, Ishihara-san.” He rushed the last words.

A confused look crossed the veteran’s face as she glanced from Ryosuke to her personal assistant, though neither of the two were any the wiser. The former’s eyes on the latter and the latter in their own world, trying to determine how much sugar to put in Satomi’s coffee cup.

The actress gave a soft smile. “You know, Yamada-kun, I see you haven’t lost that cute innocence of a teenager.” She chuckled.

“Eh?” At that, Ryosuke was muddled. “I-I’m sorry?”

Satomi brushed his question off, shrugging. “Heh, it’s nothing. Please, sit down.” Gesturing to the chair next to her, she wait until he was situated to turn to her assistant; who had just given her the cup of coffee. “Here, let me introduce you. This is my assistant; ____.” She glanced up at the other. “Obviously, you already know of Yamada-kun.”

“Yes!” You turned your gaze to Ryosuke once more, who had perked up in his seat. “It’s nice to meet you, Yamada-san.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Palms already sweating, he could only conjure up the most basic of greetings as seconds went passed. Say something else, something inside him was egging on. Still, his mouth once again remained shut even though Satomi allowed him the timeslot to say more.

Suddenly, the floor was very interesting.

“Yamada-san?” The stylist prompted him out of his thoughts. “You’re done.”

He had to double take at the woman, no aware that she had finished or even called his name. Honestly, after remembering the time that he met you – and the various, similar, meetings after that – he hadn’t felt so confident in himself anymore. “Oh…Thank you very much.”

Pushing the intruding thoughts of you aside, he took on the work day as he would any other one; giving it 110% of himself and being nothing but professional. Still, there were moments when you caught his wandering eye and he was reminded of the goal that he wanted to accomplish at the end of the day. Getting your contact information. A number, an email, something so you wouldn’t disappear from his life.

The only other person who knew how bad he had it was Daiki, who’d told him to just go for it and talk to you. You’re going to finally talk to them on the last day? You’re already too late, the other group member had laughed at the ace’s confession – to which Ryosuke had lightly shoved his shoulder. ‘I’m not brave like you!’ He had told the other.

It was imbedded in his mind. For so long, he’d strayed away from the thought of romance and dating. It was simply off limits as an idol. Even when others would slyly hide their relationships, he was too paranoid about ruining everything that he’d worked for. Now, when he finally wanted to take a chance, he seemed to have had forgotten how to even flirt. Or, talk eloquently at all.

‘You and Ishihara-san have so much chemistry!’ Someone had told him once.

If only they knew that said chemistry was only possible when he pictured you in his mind.

Tired of slipping in between serious and lovestruck sap, he was grateful when his long awaited break finally came along; moving to sit in his chair near the set.

“Yamada-san?”

Your voice brought him harshly back to reality, missing the chair by a few inches and falling to the floor. His script fell from his hand, and it the floor with an embarrassing ‘thud’. A few other members of the production turned to see where the noise had come from, some laughing at the idol who’d just fallen on his butt.

You gasped, quickly reaching out to help him up. “Oh, no…Yamada-san, are you okay? I’m sorry, I must’ve taken you by surprise…”

To be honest, yes.

It was hopeless. He knew his face was the color of a strawberry by now. Call him Ichigo for real now. No, actually, just bury him because he was dead. He hadn’t felt such a level of wanting to be invisible since he started high school. Actually, could he go back to high school and warn himself that this would happen in the future? God, take him now.

“It’s fine.” Trying so hard to play it cool, he disregarded the hand held out to him and brushed himself off. Waving off the staff that had gathered, he tried to defuse the situation and save what little face he had. “I’m fine! It wasn’t your fault.”

Turning to sit firmly on the chair that he missed previously, he hadn’t noticed the spurned expression on your face before you quickly fixed it. “Well,” You continued, shooting a glance behind yourself before looking forward again. What he had noticed was that your smile was weaker than it usually was. “Ishihara-san had nothing for me to do, so she asked me to see if you needed help with anything.”

“She…” Eyes widening, Ryosuke pointed to himself. “Me?” His words were anything but put together and he was all too hyper aware of the fact. Why wasn’t he as suave as the character he was playing? He searched for Satomi among the crowd of people, spotting her going over something with the director. Catching his line of sight, the actress merely shot him a wink.

She knew.

Needing something to do with his hands, he brushed the pages of his script with his fingers. This was happening. There was no Satomi to mediate, no passing you in the hallway (no bumping into a wall after attempting to speak to you), and nowhere for you to really go as there was no work to be done right now. This was it; he was alone with you.

His mouth felt dry.

“C-Can I have some water, please?” How’s work been today? He’d meant to say.

His foot tapped nervously as he admonished himself for chickening out already, seeing your retreating figure from the corner of his eye. He hit his forehead. Stupid, stupid…

You were like lightening, back at his side within a few seconds with a water bottle in hand. “Here you are! Oh, wait…” An anxious look crossed your face as you retracted the bottle. “Uh, did you want cold water or room temperature?” You looked on, genuinely wanting to know his answer, and he felt the heat rising at this chance to study your features so closely.

Ryosuke stared at you for a few moment before covering his face with a hand, not wanting you to see the rising blush on his face. You were cripplingly beautiful, at least to him, and his heart couldn’t handle it. Then just say that, you idiot! His mind reminded him, though his vocal cords would’t comply. “Whatever you have,” He forced. “I’m sure that it’s alright.”

“If you’re sure…”

He took the bottle that you tentatively handed over, taking a grateful sip. It was cold, just as he subconsciously wanted, though his throat still felt parched. The painful silence that followed didn’t help. His hands were getting sweaty as well, taking him back to the first time you met. He hadn’t been with you this long since then, forgetting how weak you made him.

‘You haven’t lost that cute innocence of a teenager.’

Satomi was right, he felt as if he were some flighty, lighthearted, boy again.

‘Talk to her!’ Daiki’s voice rang in his mind this time.

Today is the day! Was his earlier thought.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before deciding to act. He was twenty-four, for goodness sake. He didn’t plan on being single forever, so he had to tackle his awkwardness at some point. He hadn’t wanted you to disappear from his life and today was the last day he would see you. Ryosuke had to act now, especially when Satomi made things so easy for him. He’d have to thank her later.

“So–”

“Yama–”

He stopped, eyes wide. The two of you had spoken at the same time, exchanging glances with reddening faces. Giving a shy laugh, Ryosuke gestured for you to go first. “After you..”

You shook your head, gesturing back to him. “Please, you can go.”

“No, uh…” Finding himself at a loss for words yet again, he shook his head and watched as you conceded to being the brave one.

You wrung your hands together before placing them behind your back, reminding yourself of the professional setting. “Well, are you sure that you’re alright with that? You seem a little on edge.” Realization crossed your face. “Or, maybe you wanted to be alone? Oh, I’m sorry!”

You moved to leave before he quickly out a hand. “Wait!” He said, louder than he meant, though no one else but you had heard. “Um, no, it’s really fine. I’m just…not that great with words.” Glancing around the room, he made sure that no one was watching as he stood and motioned for you to follow him into the hallway.

Standing at opposing ends of the hall, a few feet away, Ryosuke felt like he had asked his high school crush into the hall to confess. Honestly, it was too early for confession. What he wanted to say was an ‘I want to get to know you better’, but the words felt so heavy on his tongue. How did an idol go about asking a commoner out anyway? He didn’t even like that word; commoner.

Placing a hand in his pocket, he shuffled to and fro anxiously before steadily keeping his back to the wall. “Sorry if this is all confusing or weird, but…Uh,” He shook his head, glancing from you to the floor. Looking at you was too hard. If only you were the one he was acting with, it would so easy to imagine you as a character. At least, that way, he could disconnect himself from the conversation in some way. Turn on a switch and become his own character, spouting sweet lines about how he wanted to meet you for lunch and talk.

Still, he was Yamada Ryosuke; more average than people knew.

Less than average in some areas. Hence now.

As if sensing the situation, he noticed a light in your eyes seemed to turn on.

Oh, no. He wanted to crawl under a rock once again. You were probably going to tell him that he was a weirdo, or that you were taken, or that you didn’t even view him in that way. All were understandable, but hurt nonetheless.

The smile that he loved on your lips was long gone, and an ‘o’ shape formed instead. This was it, where he got his heart stomped on and crushed. Where he would mark it as the day that he could’ve spared his own feelings by keeping to himself. He should’ve just–

“Yamada-san,” You began. To small relief, the smile had been slowly forming on your face as you went on. Though, this time, it was shier. Sheepish. The light in your eyes was a glimmer of sweetness; a fondness. “Forgive me if this is forward. But, would you like to go out for lunch sometime?”

It was like the last string of his sanity left, before the whole thing reattached itself all over again.

His head nodded before his words agreed, wanting to get his feelings out to you as quickly as possible. “Uh-huh. Yeah, I’d love to.” His mouth moved before his mind caught up. “I mean, yeah! Actually, there’s this cafe that’s really good…”

Eyes all on you now, you laughed as his personality seemed to do a 180 turn and some new confidence arose within the man.

“Uh,” Taking out the object that sat in his pocket, he handed a card over to you. It was different from the card he gave to some, with his private phone number instead of business. “Here,” He gave a short laugh, mostly from reassurance. “I’d love to talk to you more. I wanted to speak with you during these months, but…” Think of an excuse, think of an excuse. “Hah…You know how work goes! Plus, disturbing you and Ishihara-san wouldn’t be any good.”

Well, it was partly the truth.

You did the same, giving him a business card that Ryosuke relished in taking.

This was it. He’d accomplished his goal. He spoke to you for more than two seconds. There was a new pride that swelled inside of him as he promised to call you within the next few days. A happiness sparked at the idea of spending time with you in a casual setting, where he wasn’t an actor and you weren’t Ishihara Satomi’s assistant. He was going to get to know you, his crush.

And, he couldn’t wait to shove it in Daiki’s face.

‘Too late’ his ass.

#Anonymous #yamada ryosuke #hey say jump #hey! say! jump #drabble #did i do good? lol #mod l

22 notes · View notes